I squinted at him. That was a crock of shit. We’d always have our gifts.
But as soon as the thought entered my head, I knew that wasn’t true. Last year, when Storie came into town and Rayner was at his strongest, the Quarters had been nearly depleted of their powers.
“I used to think it was bullshit, too. I hated training with him. The others always bragged about practicing their gifts, while I was stuck using my hands like some sort of ape. But I think he knew, even back then, that something like this was coming. And despite his greed, he wanted me to be prepared.”
We allowed his words to marinate for a moment. I still thought training like this was a waste of time that we didn’t have, but maybe Enzo was right. I might not be able to master the power to control the earth like him in this short span of time, but I could certainly learn to block my left side in case I had to go up against a Movement Member in a fight.
“What’s going on out here?” Rhyse called from the doorway of the cabin. Smoke filled the air as the grass beside us caught on fire and we both leaped up to our feet, cursing the crazy pyromaniac.
“You’re supposed to be training, Little B,” he taunted.
Enzo swiped away a flame that had caught on his pants, a string of curse words leaving his mouth as his skin burned from the contact. “We were taking a break, you prick. You’re replacing these pants. I’m sick of repairing burn holes from your temper tantrums.”
Rhyse barked out a laugh, and the two went back and forth, throwing insults at each other. I couldn't stop thinking about what Enzo had said, though. It sent a string of nervous energy straight through me that had me standing back up and abruptly interrupting their bickering, so we could resume.
Rhyse even joined in, and they both became determined to help me strengthen my left side's defense.