her sleeve. ‘Who, bokke ?’
‘That creep Eli Davis: the man in that anti-savant group who cornered us at my school. He had that device that registered telepathy, remember?’
‘He’s not someone I’d forget in a hurry.’
‘I know Uriel took it off him but I wouldn’t put it past him to have others made.’
Alex’s face took on a hardened expression, quite unlike his normal easygoing demeanour. His resolve was clear: no one was going to mess with us on his watch. His eyes swept the crowd but there were so many people milling around finding a single man was almost impossible. ‘I can’t see him, bokke . Can you mind-shadow him, Summer?’
My friend shook her head. ‘I have to see or sense him first.’
‘Will?’
Our friend closed his eyes, reaching out with his gift. ‘You’re right, Misty: he’s here. The threat level has crept up when I wasn’t paying attention, but not for us. I sense a … malevolent presence but I don’t think he has any idea we’re around. He’s after another target.’
‘The same one as us, maybe?’ asked Summer in a low voice.
‘I guess.’ Will tapped my knee to get my attention. ‘Angel, I’m sorry to have to rush this, but you’ll need to move quickly tomorrow and see if you can make contact with someone in the Gifted entourage as soon as the advance guard arrives. If he’s after them, they’ll need to be warned.’
I swallowed. I had hoped to have a chance to do this more subtly. ‘But don’t they have bodyguards for that kind of thing?’
Will shook his head. ‘Davis and his gang aren’t here to attack; their agenda is to expose savants. A group cut off from the rest of us won’t have been warned through the usual channels to keep him at arm’s length.’
‘He poses as a journalist,’ added Misty. ‘He can get backstage on his credentials.’
‘Not just poses: he is a journalist,’ corrected Alex. ‘That’s his angle: he’s looking to break one of the biggest stories of the century, revealing our existence to the general public.’
‘And he’s unlikely to be here alone,’ concluded Will. He took out his phone. ‘I’ll text my brothers to let them know Davis is active again—see if we can get some backup.’
‘That’s good,’ I said, shivering, as goosebumps stippled my skin.
‘But until then, Angel, I’m afraid you’re our best hope. Use your link to the support band and see if you can get an introduction to the rest of the Gifted crew.’
I exchanged a quick look with Misty and Summer. ‘Um, I don’t think that’s a very good idea.’
Will’s forehead creased in a frown. ‘Why not?’
‘That guy from the support band, he doesn’t like me.’
‘Impossible. Everyone likes you even when they find you … ’ Will rubbed his chin, searching for the right word.
‘Too vibrant for their sad little lives,’ finished Misty.
‘Aw.’ I jumped up and twirled Misty in a circle. ‘I love you, guys. OK, I’ll remind the killjoy rock god that I’m sensational and he really wants to bring me into the inner circle of one of the most famous groups on earth.’
Summer stood up and joined our little girl huddle. ‘That’s right—you tell him: resistance is futile.’
‘And if that doesn’t work, I’ll talk my way past security and have a word,’ offered Alex.
‘Let’s see what Angel can do first.’ Will turned his phone so I could see the screen. ‘Here’s the mugshot of Eli Davis my brother circulated last year. I’ll send it to you.’
Misty wrinkled her nose. ‘Yeah, that’s him. Dark hair, big nose, dresses like you would expect from a journalist—smart casual. Carries a notebook. The thing that gives him away though is his hostility—I’m sure you’ll sense that. He really hates us savants.’
‘Do you think he knows about me?’ I asked. If he were backstage, I’d have to plan what to do if I ran into him.
‘He was at the Cambridge debate when you were there, but I doubt he would have paid
‘That creep Eli Davis: the man in that anti-savant group who cornered us at my school. He had that device that registered telepathy, remember?’
‘He’s not someone I’d forget in a hurry.’
‘I know Uriel took it off him but I wouldn’t put it past him to have others made.’
Alex’s face took on a hardened expression, quite unlike his normal easygoing demeanour. His resolve was clear: no one was going to mess with us on his watch. His eyes swept the crowd but there were so many people milling around finding a single man was almost impossible. ‘I can’t see him, bokke . Can you mind-shadow him, Summer?’
My friend shook her head. ‘I have to see or sense him first.’
‘Will?’
Our friend closed his eyes, reaching out with his gift. ‘You’re right, Misty: he’s here. The threat level has crept up when I wasn’t paying attention, but not for us. I sense a … malevolent presence but I don’t think he has any idea we’re around. He’s after another target.’
‘The same one as us, maybe?’ asked Summer in a low voice.
‘I guess.’ Will tapped my knee to get my attention. ‘Angel, I’m sorry to have to rush this, but you’ll need to move quickly tomorrow and see if you can make contact with someone in the Gifted entourage as soon as the advance guard arrives. If he’s after them, they’ll need to be warned.’
I swallowed. I had hoped to have a chance to do this more subtly. ‘But don’t they have bodyguards for that kind of thing?’
Will shook his head. ‘Davis and his gang aren’t here to attack; their agenda is to expose savants. A group cut off from the rest of us won’t have been warned through the usual channels to keep him at arm’s length.’
‘He poses as a journalist,’ added Misty. ‘He can get backstage on his credentials.’
‘Not just poses: he is a journalist,’ corrected Alex. ‘That’s his angle: he’s looking to break one of the biggest stories of the century, revealing our existence to the general public.’
‘And he’s unlikely to be here alone,’ concluded Will. He took out his phone. ‘I’ll text my brothers to let them know Davis is active again—see if we can get some backup.’
‘That’s good,’ I said, shivering, as goosebumps stippled my skin.
‘But until then, Angel, I’m afraid you’re our best hope. Use your link to the support band and see if you can get an introduction to the rest of the Gifted crew.’
I exchanged a quick look with Misty and Summer. ‘Um, I don’t think that’s a very good idea.’
Will’s forehead creased in a frown. ‘Why not?’
‘That guy from the support band, he doesn’t like me.’
‘Impossible. Everyone likes you even when they find you … ’ Will rubbed his chin, searching for the right word.
‘Too vibrant for their sad little lives,’ finished Misty.
‘Aw.’ I jumped up and twirled Misty in a circle. ‘I love you, guys. OK, I’ll remind the killjoy rock god that I’m sensational and he really wants to bring me into the inner circle of one of the most famous groups on earth.’
Summer stood up and joined our little girl huddle. ‘That’s right—you tell him: resistance is futile.’
‘And if that doesn’t work, I’ll talk my way past security and have a word,’ offered Alex.
‘Let’s see what Angel can do first.’ Will turned his phone so I could see the screen. ‘Here’s the mugshot of Eli Davis my brother circulated last year. I’ll send it to you.’
Misty wrinkled her nose. ‘Yeah, that’s him. Dark hair, big nose, dresses like you would expect from a journalist—smart casual. Carries a notebook. The thing that gives him away though is his hostility—I’m sure you’ll sense that. He really hates us savants.’
‘Do you think he knows about me?’ I asked. If he were backstage, I’d have to plan what to do if I ran into him.
‘He was at the Cambridge debate when you were there, but I doubt he would have paid
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