The burning on my wrists and ankles returned in waves. That tinny voice at the back of my head, honing-in, crackling, the hum, an alert, antenna alerted. Holy child.
Wield.
“I don’t think we did anything underhanded today,” Mona said, rubbing my back again. Her nervousness apparent because I’m not prepared to give her anything back. “Maybe that’s something we’ll figure out in time – both of us, I mean. I don’t think you got on that ferry innocently. I’m pretty sure you sensed that you’re at the centre of something, a massive puzzle piece. I can’t say for sure what Geoff’s plans were for you but I can only imagine he wanted to exploit your power.”
Oh, please. Please, Miss We’d Have a Movement. You’re lucky I can barely stand up otherwise I’d drag you into the lake.
Something in the ba
