Page 154 of Firestorm
I sucked in a ragged breath, feeling like I was about to pass out. How had Landon even seen that? He’d been passed out in the grass.
I cursed myself.Of course. That’s why Lana was acting so fucking weird. She was afraid of me because she knew.
She knew.
I hung my head, putting it between my knees while I tried to slow my breathing. I couldn’t have a panic attack now.
“You knew at the fight. Because I took Lana’s air.” I said.
“Oh, no, I knew when I grabbed you during the sparring match. I’m a Sensor.”
I gasped, frozen for a moment before I lurched away from him.
That’s why he’d touched me.
That’s why he’d switched to physical attacks during the sparring match.
Landon looked stricken, the soft pink scars from his burns still the only evidence of our fight after the party. I struggled to my feet, then flattened my back against the brick wall of the building behind us.
Careless.
I’d been so careless.
“You’re…you’re a Sensor,” I breathed. I still couldn’t believe it.
“Skye,” Landon scrambled after me, but still kept a distance. His eyes pleaded with me for understanding, though I didn’t know why. What the fuck was he playing at?
“What are you going to do?” I asked, hating how my voice wavered. “I…I can’t let you tell anyone, Landon.”
“I wouldnevertellanyone, Skye.Pleasebelieve me.” Landon begged. “I’m so sorry I’m ambushing you with this – of course you’re freaking out. I know you have to hide your true self, and this isn’t fair to you at all.”
I took a few steps away from him as he spoke, like I could outrun him if he decided to grab me, then almost snorted at how stupid that thought was. I could kill him the moment he made a wrong move.
“I’m selfish, Skye. The only reason I brought this up is because…well, I…I need your help.” Landon fell to his knees, still on the other side of the cobblestone walkway. Tears welled in his pale green eyes, and my eyebrows hit my hairline.
“What the fuck,” I whispered.
“I thought I could just serve you and feel fulfilled, and I do! Iamfulfilled.” He hung his head. “But…but my parents, they–” He sucked in a ragged breath. “They’re fuckinghorriblepeople, Skye, and I’ve made my decision. I need your help. I have no right to ask this of you, but…fuck. I know you, now. I thought you were just like him, but…I know you’re not like him. You’re agoodperson.”
“You need my help,” I breathed. “What the fuck am I supposed todo for you?” My hands squeezed into fists. He had the nerve to ask me for help? After essentially cornering me? After weeks of convincing me we werefriends?
“Skye, fuck. Please calm down. I’m sorry I’m such a dumbass to confront you like this.”
Landon’s fear was palpable, and it was only then I’d realized my hair was floating around me as I prepared to fight him.
I mean, it wouldn’treallybe a fight, but still.
“My parents follow a man like you.”
I blinked, my mind short-circuiting.
Was that even possible? Someone else out there held the same affinities as me and had somehow lived well into adulthood? Undetected?
“A man like me?” I whispered.
“Yes. He has the divine affinity, too.” Landon said.
My heart stopped.
