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When I came upstairs, Sykes was waiting for me with Remy.
What do you think? Sykes asked.
It s beautiful. My gaze lingered on the ceiling and the bare wall, imagining framed photographs.
Remy interrupted my musing. I just spoke with Izzy and Kim. They ll stop by your place in an hour. We ll all stay with you until your grandfather comes
home. His tone left no room for argument. Let s leave our cars and hitch a ride with you. We can teleport home later. Then he left the house
without waiting for my response.
Stubborn man. I blew out frustration. Sykes grinned at my reaction. Don t worry, you ll get used to His Royal Highhandedness. I ve learned to ignore
him after six months of rooming with him.
I locked the door, followed Sykes to our respective rides. Remy s Camry was already pulling into a driveway two houses down the street. The sound
of Sykes engine split the air as he took off. I followed and parked outside their house, rolled down my window and watched him park his mustang in
their garage. He parked the way he drove.
Remy scrutinized the rear end of his car then used his sleeve to wipe the area.
A scratch? Sykes teased.
You mess with my paint job, and your mustang is junk yard scraps, Remy warned him.
What paint job? Your car is all black, bro. Can you spell bo& ring?
They elbowed each other as they left the garage. Remy pressed the remote control on his key chain to close the door. And so you know, I m sitting
by the window, Sykes said.
In your dreams, Remy retorted.
I rolled my eyes. They were so ridiculous, and I was too tired to put up with their senseless bickering. Plus, my head was killing me. I hadn t had
such a terrible headache since my powers first appeared.
I removed the keys from the ignition. Hey. You drive. I threw the keys to Remy, who caught them and grinned.
Why him? Sykes protested.
I want to get home in one piece. I moved to the middle, sharing the passenger seat with Sykes. Remy gunned the engine.
Sykes criticized his driving as soon as we took off. Shaking my head, I turned up the heat, leaned back and closed my eyes. Tuning out their banter,
my mind wandered to my house. My house. I loved the sound of it. If Bran were here, my happiness would be complete. He d understand how I felt.
I sighed, sadness creeping in to steal my moment. Bran. Where are you? I hope you re okay, wherever you are. I hope& .
We hit Highway 89. Sirens filled the air as two fire engines, an ambulance, several cop cars and the fire chief s car came barreling down the street
from behind us. Remy pulled over to let them pass.
I hope no one s injured, I murmured. The guys didn t respond.
Remy pulled back onto the road. In the distance, I could see thick smoke curl up toward the star-speckled sky. My heart dropped, leaving a hollow
feeling in my gut. Oh no, I whispered.
What? Remy asked.
Go faster, I yelled.
What is it? He stepped on the gas.
What s going on? Sykes added.
I leaned forward, pointed. Look where the smoke is coming from. It s on the southeast side of Motel 6, where the RV Park is.
Police cars blocked the exit into the park, so Remy pulled up into the parking lot of the motel. He and Sykes jumped down, yelled at me to stay put
and raced toward the fire. I tried to follow, but couldn t move. My legs felt heavy, my body pinned to my seat by fear. Cold air hit the wetness sliding
down my face. Through the windshield, I stared with wide eyes at the place where the trailers had once stood. Nothing was left but skeleton frames
of RVs, bright orange flames leaping from windows.
Gavyn. How many were hurt tonight because of that bastard? Because of me?
His laugh came from the shifting shadows around my truck. Like a brush of frosty air, the evil sound spread goose bumps over my skin. I stiffened,
looked around. Nothing but darkness hugging beams from headlights of passing cars. And the laughter echoed into the night. So insane and
haunting.
You can t be everywhere all the time, Lil.
19. UNEXPECTED DISAPPEARANCE
Wake up, Lil.
Sykes voice penetrated the fog of terror engulfing my psyche, and I jerked awake. My gaze darted to the windshield, heart still pounding hard. We
were parked outside my trailer, but there was no fire. No police cars. No fire engines. The RVs, silhouetted against the night sky, were intact, the
glow of electric lights shining through windows. Relief coursed through me, slowing down my frantic heart beat.
You zonked out then screamed, Sykes said, his arm tight around me.
My body had curled against his, my hands gripping his shirt. Face burning, I let him go and wiped my palms on my pants. Sorry, bad dream.
Want to talk about it? Remy asked.
No. It was nothing. I looked at my trailer, detected Grampa s psi. I needed to tell him about Bran. Let s go inside. The trainees looked at each
other but made no move to leave the truck. What?
Did your dream have anything to do with your powers? Remy asked.
Why do you ask?
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