I’ve scanned her mind. She’s telling the truth .
I’m not sure if Kale’s saying this because he would rather Stealth be part of this than his girlfriend.
No , he says. I’m serious. She’s clear .
I don’t see what she can possibly gain from this .
His eyebrow s furrow as he digs through her head. She wants to make things right. To undo all the crap she’s done . She doesn’t want anyone to suffer or have pain. She wants people to be happy and live peacefully. She thinks that with the Blades destroyed, that could happen.
“Hey,” Stealth says. “If you’re discussing me, I should be part of it, don’t you think?” She’s got her eyes on us, curious, a little frustrated.
I turn around and press my head on the window. What are her intentions? First she says she’s bored, and now suddenly she’s noble?
She used the fun and bored excuse because she didn’t want to reveal her true feelings about her past , Kale explains. She’s not good with expressing her emotions .
Like me. But I won’t think about our similarities. I face Kale. What does Lindsay think?
They exchange a short telepathic chat. Stealth watches them, her eyes narrowed. Lindsay’s not sure , Kale says.
We know nothing about her, I say, conscious of Stealth’s glare on me. I know it’s rude to discuss this without her, but we’re dealing with something dangerous. We need to be careful and think things through. How can we trust her with something like this ? I ask him.
I’m telling you, man. Her intentions are pure. We can trust her.
“You guys are ridiculous,” Stealth mutters. “Stop talking about me.”
“Sorry,” Kale says.
“Me, too. It was rude of us.”
An awkward silence fills the room.
After a bit, I say, “What special powers do you have that would interest the Nightmares? Invisibility? Mist?”
Without a word, she disappears in to a cloud of smoke and storms around my room, knocking things around, scattering the mess on the floor. She tears the doors off my closet and the drawers off my shelf and dresser. The TV quakes. She’s like a tornado ripping through a town. My posters drop to the floor in shreds. My desk and chairs crack. I can imagine how easily this could take down the enemy.
The cloud zooms around more, scattering and crashing. Finally, it stops before me and Stealth materializes. She bends forward and pecks my lips.
I stare at her as she steps over the mess she caused and heads to her spot at the TV.
Lindsay and Kale’s eyes are pasted on me. Then they slowly move to Stealth, then back to me.
“Wow,” Lindsay says.
Kale gapes at Stealth. “I didn’t know you could do that.” And what the hell was that ? he asks me, referring to what she did to me at the end.
I have no clue, but I do know one thing : I want her near me again. No. I shouldn’t feel like this. But I do and can’t stop it, no matter how much I try.
“So? Am I in?” She directs that question to me.
I’ll admit, her ability is impressive. I think it may be good enough for the Nightmares. My gaze connects with hers. “You won’t tell a soul about this?”
“No t one.”
“You’ll follow orders ? Everything we tell you?”
“Like a sheep following her shepherd.”
“No trying anything on your own. No screwing anything up. No funny business.”
“None whatsoever.”
I look at Kale and Lindsay. They nod.
Although I don’t trust her, I have no other choice. We need to get her into the Nightmares before the Blades contact them.
But I’m going to watch her. Closely. She won’t screw this up for me.
“All right,” I say. “You’re in.”
Chapter Eleven
Stealth remains in her spot near the TV. I’m still at the window. Kale plays with Lindsay’s hair as she runs her fingers along my bedspread. We’ve been like this for a few minutes. No one seems to know what to say or do.
I walk over to my bed and sit down on the floor. Stealth’s eyes follow me.
“Kale,” I say, looking up at him.
I’m not sure if Kale’s saying this because he would rather Stealth be part of this than his girlfriend.
No , he says. I’m serious. She’s clear .
I don’t see what she can possibly gain from this .
His eyebrow s furrow as he digs through her head. She wants to make things right. To undo all the crap she’s done . She doesn’t want anyone to suffer or have pain. She wants people to be happy and live peacefully. She thinks that with the Blades destroyed, that could happen.
“Hey,” Stealth says. “If you’re discussing me, I should be part of it, don’t you think?” She’s got her eyes on us, curious, a little frustrated.
I turn around and press my head on the window. What are her intentions? First she says she’s bored, and now suddenly she’s noble?
She used the fun and bored excuse because she didn’t want to reveal her true feelings about her past , Kale explains. She’s not good with expressing her emotions .
Like me. But I won’t think about our similarities. I face Kale. What does Lindsay think?
They exchange a short telepathic chat. Stealth watches them, her eyes narrowed. Lindsay’s not sure , Kale says.
We know nothing about her, I say, conscious of Stealth’s glare on me. I know it’s rude to discuss this without her, but we’re dealing with something dangerous. We need to be careful and think things through. How can we trust her with something like this ? I ask him.
I’m telling you, man. Her intentions are pure. We can trust her.
“You guys are ridiculous,” Stealth mutters. “Stop talking about me.”
“Sorry,” Kale says.
“Me, too. It was rude of us.”
An awkward silence fills the room.
After a bit, I say, “What special powers do you have that would interest the Nightmares? Invisibility? Mist?”
Without a word, she disappears in to a cloud of smoke and storms around my room, knocking things around, scattering the mess on the floor. She tears the doors off my closet and the drawers off my shelf and dresser. The TV quakes. She’s like a tornado ripping through a town. My posters drop to the floor in shreds. My desk and chairs crack. I can imagine how easily this could take down the enemy.
The cloud zooms around more, scattering and crashing. Finally, it stops before me and Stealth materializes. She bends forward and pecks my lips.
I stare at her as she steps over the mess she caused and heads to her spot at the TV.
Lindsay and Kale’s eyes are pasted on me. Then they slowly move to Stealth, then back to me.
“Wow,” Lindsay says.
Kale gapes at Stealth. “I didn’t know you could do that.” And what the hell was that ? he asks me, referring to what she did to me at the end.
I have no clue, but I do know one thing : I want her near me again. No. I shouldn’t feel like this. But I do and can’t stop it, no matter how much I try.
“So? Am I in?” She directs that question to me.
I’ll admit, her ability is impressive. I think it may be good enough for the Nightmares. My gaze connects with hers. “You won’t tell a soul about this?”
“No t one.”
“You’ll follow orders ? Everything we tell you?”
“Like a sheep following her shepherd.”
“No trying anything on your own. No screwing anything up. No funny business.”
“None whatsoever.”
I look at Kale and Lindsay. They nod.
Although I don’t trust her, I have no other choice. We need to get her into the Nightmares before the Blades contact them.
But I’m going to watch her. Closely. She won’t screw this up for me.
“All right,” I say. “You’re in.”
Chapter Eleven
Stealth remains in her spot near the TV. I’m still at the window. Kale plays with Lindsay’s hair as she runs her fingers along my bedspread. We’ve been like this for a few minutes. No one seems to know what to say or do.
I walk over to my bed and sit down on the floor. Stealth’s eyes follow me.
“Kale,” I say, looking up at him.
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