Chapter EighteenWithout adrenal glands, all signs of the panic attack that knocked me out are blissfully gone, and I become a pure observer, just like I was at the morgue and at the hospital.
“What the hell?” Chester says, the mockery in his tone giving way to confusion.
“It’s the fear of public speaking,” says the unidentified familiar voice behind me. “She had a panic attack.”
“This is unprecedented,” Kit says, tugging on a blond strand of hair. “Do we wait for her to come to? Can someone soothe her once she does?” She looks pointedly at Vlad.
“I think we’ve heard enough,” Chester says.
“I concur.” Darian stands up and removes his hood. “There’s no way she knew she was a Cognizant.”
“That’s not obvious at all.” Chester also stands up. “Nor am I convinced if it matters what she knew
