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“He didn’tactuallymove the Capitol building.”
“He orchestrated the Gulf Capitol Massacre!”
“That was a splinter group, not histruefollowers.”
“THAT’S ENOUGH.”
The professor’s voice was amplified by his use of his air affinity, and even I found myself bristling to obey him.
“Wedo notspeak that name. Youallknow that. Telekinetics are dangerous, and that’s why they’re put down when they’re young before they begin wreaking havoc.”
I winced slightly. I enjoyed plenty of dark things, but slaughtering children who barely understood the power they held was fucked up.
“How do we know, though?” The final brave kid in the class asked. “If they’re so good at masking themselves, how do we know there aren’t more good ones out there?”
Skye was watching this entire exchange with rapt attention whileAiden now picked at his nails with his pocketknife, bored out of his mind. I scowled. Couldn’t he sense how uncomfortable she was?
“Because we do affinity testing,” the professor clipped. “Sensors would know a telekinetic the moment they touched them. They’re bound to an oath. They cannot lie.”
Skye shook her head, just barely, before freezing.
My breath caught in my throat.
Her eyes darted to Aiden first, before she glanced around the rest of the room. She looked calm and collected – casual. But I’d seen her. I’d seen the shake of her head.
A slow smile spread across my face.
I’d just figured out my sweet little puzzle.
Now it was time to find out how she’d skirted by in that test.
Chapter 13
Skye
“Skye!”
I groaned at how Aiden’s voice echoed down the corridor. The man had no shame, yelling after me as he easily followed my evasive, zig-zag pattern down the hall. People were turning their heads and staring at both of us, but Aiden didn’t give a shit.
As an introvert, I was offended he’d drawn so much attention to me.
Especiallynow, when I desperately needed to talk to Zephyr. Or throw up. I would probably end up doing both, though the order of which happened first was currently undetermined.
“Skye,jeezus, wait up!” Aiden called again, finally sidling up next to me.
“Don’t have time, Aiden.” I clipped, almost regretting how rude I sounded. Aiden had been apologetic about the situation with Carla, but I hadn’t allowed myself to forgive him.
I was way too scared to do that. As much as it freaked me out, I had to admit defeat. Aiden was growing on me. I wasn’t ready –and maybe wouldneverbe ready– to address any of my feelings about him or relationships in general, so, naturally, I was avoiding him.
I’d been successfully dodging him between classes, but I couldn’t escape him in our shared classes…which was most of them. I still let him sit near me, and he seemed content to pretend nothing had happened with Carla.
I hated that. I wished he’d have given me a real apology.
“You never have time,” he whined. “Come on, come on. Just get dinner with me. Lunch? A snack? Coffee?”
“To what end?” I asked. “Why won’t you get lost?”
Aiden looked wounded for just a second, and I almost regretted being so rude again. A frown on his handsome face didn’t look right.
