Everyone else disappeared into their respective rooms, with the exception of Bay. He made a point of stopping Dirk before he could shut his door to ask, “How do you feel about being involved in what’s going to happen?”
Dirk leaned against the doorframe, frowning at the question. “Fine. I’m glad my father thinks I’m capable of holding my own.”
“Okay. But…” Bay tapped Dirk’s forehead with one finger. “Do you think you are?”
“Yes,” Dirk replied defiantly. Then he sighed. “Honestly, I hope to hell I am. I wasn’t kidding when I said I don’t want to do anything catastrophic. Somehow, being able to manipulate the elements doesn’t seem so great, when you figure we’re going to be underground.”
“Not true,” Bay said. “Unless ‘elements’ is a euphemism for the weather.”
“It’s not, although that’s
