Chapter Seventeen
Ian opened a bottle of water and handed it to Lizzie after she dropped her hand from the bridge of her nose. Her practice with seeing the light and darkness appeared to be draining, but she hadn’t complained.
With each new car that pulled into the lot, Lizzie was gaining better control of her special insight, moving in and out of the ability much faster than before. And she was no longer overwhelmed by it either.
Even the nausea that accompanied her ability seemed to have gotten under control.
Ability. Should he even call it that?
He pulled out his phone from his pocket. He had switched it off when he was at the hospital with Lizzie and hadn’t turned it on since.
“Do you need to call or check in with someone?” Lizzie asked.
Ian put his phone back into his pocket. “
