Chapter 27
It was only later that Matt began to wonder why Jordan had asked about the powers. He lay where Jordan had left him, in the doorway of the open closet, his sweaty skin cooled by the air vent in the floor of the bedroom, his hands wrestling with the knots that bound his wrists. Jordan had stormed off to another part of the house—why, Matt couldn’t begin to imagine, but he was grateful for the lack of s****l activity. Whatever Jordan fumed about kept him to himself and away from Matt. He couldn’t even seem to be bothered to talk with the rest of the world—when the phone rang, Matt heard Jordan’s curse as he ripped the answering machine plug from the wall. The phone rang and rang, Matt lost count of how many times, but Jordan never answered and eventually whoever it was on the oth
