“SHE’S GOING TO WAKE up soon, right?” Ravel says.
A cool hand brushes my forehead. “There’s nothing wrong with her,” Ange says. “Just overtired.”
“It’s been days. No one’s that tired.”
“What do you want me to say? She’s got a pulse. She’s breathing. The kid’s alive. Beyond that, it’s not like I’m an expert on the repercussions of being a human shield.”
“Did you ask them?”
“No. It never once occurred to me to check with the other people with strange powers to see if they knew any way to help this person with strange powers. I’ve always been incompetent like that.”
“You could have just said yes.”
A rustle. Footsteps. A breath of air on my cheek.
I can feel the world. I can hear it. I just can’t see it. I should open my eyes, right? That’s the obvious next thing to do.
I just . . . c
