TRISHA
“You’re lying,” I said before I could stop myself.
The accusation slipped out of my mouth with more force than I intended, but once it was there I had no desire to take it back. My mother’s hands tightened on the steering wheel, and the car slowed slightly as she glanced at me through the rearview mirror. Surprise flickered across her face, but it didn’t last long. Instead, something almost pleased settled into her expression.
“Claircognizance and telekinesis,” she said with a small smile, as though my accusation had confirmed something she had been waiting to see. “I had a feeling your gifts would lean in that direction. You’ll be quite sought after once the ripening is complete.”
Her approval barely registered.
Now that I knew for certain she had lied about Lila, the question
