Chapter 2I flick my finger and the chair I had placed by the window spins around. I drop down into it, crossing one leg casually over the opposite knee. I have so many questions, but I don’t want to jump in too hastily. Acting rash is how one usually gets burned. Instead, I watch him until he notices me and tries not to. I hear his heartbeat quicken and feel his temperature rise. Even across the room, I sense his nerves tense.
Jason of the Argonauts, a once brave ship captain sailing the Mediterranean for adventure, women, and gold, yet he breaks into a sweat under scrutiny.
I lick the tips of my thumb and index finger and give a quick gust of subzero breath over the wet saliva. On the flesh, a thin, cold layer forms. I inhale the still frosty air into my mouth and begin to roll a little
