“Thanks again for doing this,” I murmur softly to Viola.
“Can you stop with the gratitude already? We’ve been at this for days. It’s starting to become offensive. We’re friends, remember?” Viola reminds me, her tone half-annoyed, half-pleased.
“Sorry—” I start.
Viola stares at me, unamused.
“I’ll stop,” I promise, forcing a smile.
I wonder if I’ll ever be able to put into words how much her friendship means to me.
“So will you finally tell me how you know so much about my ability, while others seem not to?”
“They’re from family stories passed down at bedtime. Like fairytales,” Viola begins. “You’ve read about Callie, but after her, we’ve only managed to trace five others. Lewis was always fascinated by the ability, so he made it his mission to find and study them. Even now, it’s b
