talked for too long, he would eventually back into the wall. Despite his body language, though, he was doing exactly what Rowan had claimed he did—being friendly by smiling and nodding at whatever she was saying. Poor Stephanie. It sucked to be in a one-sided relationship.
“Addison!” I turned at my name and saw Brody barreling toward me. I was surprised when he wrapped his arms around my waist.
“Hey. I didn’t know you lived here,” I said, teasing him.
“Yeah, Trevor’s my brother, remember?”
“Oh yeah. How could I forget? How’s the drawing going?”
He took hold of my hand and pulled me toward the hall. “Come see. I drew the Millennium Falcon . It’s so cool.”
“Okay, slow down, we wouldn’t want you falling down any stairs.”
He gave a little giggle. “You were fast that day. Really fast. Trevor says you were at the top. How did you do it?”
“No, he just doesn’t remember. I was already walking down.”
“That’s what my dad said, but then Trevor said, ‘Dad, she’s beautiful. I remember where she was standing.’”
My cheeks heated up with the compliment at the same time that my stomach clenched at the implication. Not only did Trevor suspect something, but he was telling people. Great.
“You have a good little memory, don’t you?” I wondered how good. Did he remember time slowing down? When I had touched him, he came into the moment with me while the world around us continued to swim. Was it possible he couldn’t see what I saw?
“Yup,” he said innocently, and led me down the hall.
“Where are we going exactly?”
“Trevor’s room.”
I stopped and jerked him to a halt with my abrupt movement. “Can you just bring your drawings out here? I probably shouldn’t go into your brother’s room.”
“Okay, wait here.”
“Waiting.” The hall was filled with family pictures taken over Trevor’s and Brody’s lifetimes. Not just formal ones, of them stiffly posing for a camera in a studio, but candid ones as well. Camping, boating, barbecuing. A lifetime of memories. Could those memories be gone in the blink of an eye if the Compound found out that Trevor might be onto something? Surely Scar-Face didn’t mean a complete memory wipe. He just meant thememories about the Compound, about abilities. Didn’t he? I wasn’t ready for my memories to be wiped either from one little slipup. Trevor needed to believe I was completely Normal. How could I convince him of that?
CHAPTER 10
Laila: What’s that lame saying about a pen and a sword? It might be true.
The difference between Duke and other Mood Controllers was that Connor wouldn’t be anticipating Duke’s ability. And if, like the rest of the school, Connor still thought Duke was Telekinetic, then maybe it could work to our advantage. It was the first time in the last two weeks I was glad I hadn’t announced to the whole school what Duke was, like I had wanted to.
“What’s Connor’s ability?” I asked Duke as we drove to his house.
“I’m not sure. He was in a lot of Bobby’s classes, so maybe he can manipulate mass.”
The way he said Bobby’s name so casually made me flinch a little. As if Bobby was still just his neighbor and best friend,not a convicted murderer. I cleared my throat and shook off the feeling. “I thought you knew everyone’s ability. Addie said you printed off some roster from the school computers.”
“Yeah, but I was only interested in certain abilities. I didn’t pay attention to the others.”
He was only interested in the abilities that would get him what he wanted—a look at his future. I tried to hold back the growl rising up my throat. “When you get home, look it up for me.”
“I would, but I destroyed that list.”
“Then get another one printed off.”
“One, it’s not as easy as you make it sound. And two, you’d have to fill me in on some more details in order for me to become that invested. Last time I schemed, it kind of blew up in my face.
“Addison!” I turned at my name and saw Brody barreling toward me. I was surprised when he wrapped his arms around my waist.
“Hey. I didn’t know you lived here,” I said, teasing him.
“Yeah, Trevor’s my brother, remember?”
“Oh yeah. How could I forget? How’s the drawing going?”
He took hold of my hand and pulled me toward the hall. “Come see. I drew the Millennium Falcon . It’s so cool.”
“Okay, slow down, we wouldn’t want you falling down any stairs.”
He gave a little giggle. “You were fast that day. Really fast. Trevor says you were at the top. How did you do it?”
“No, he just doesn’t remember. I was already walking down.”
“That’s what my dad said, but then Trevor said, ‘Dad, she’s beautiful. I remember where she was standing.’”
My cheeks heated up with the compliment at the same time that my stomach clenched at the implication. Not only did Trevor suspect something, but he was telling people. Great.
“You have a good little memory, don’t you?” I wondered how good. Did he remember time slowing down? When I had touched him, he came into the moment with me while the world around us continued to swim. Was it possible he couldn’t see what I saw?
“Yup,” he said innocently, and led me down the hall.
“Where are we going exactly?”
“Trevor’s room.”
I stopped and jerked him to a halt with my abrupt movement. “Can you just bring your drawings out here? I probably shouldn’t go into your brother’s room.”
“Okay, wait here.”
“Waiting.” The hall was filled with family pictures taken over Trevor’s and Brody’s lifetimes. Not just formal ones, of them stiffly posing for a camera in a studio, but candid ones as well. Camping, boating, barbecuing. A lifetime of memories. Could those memories be gone in the blink of an eye if the Compound found out that Trevor might be onto something? Surely Scar-Face didn’t mean a complete memory wipe. He just meant thememories about the Compound, about abilities. Didn’t he? I wasn’t ready for my memories to be wiped either from one little slipup. Trevor needed to believe I was completely Normal. How could I convince him of that?
CHAPTER 10
Laila: What’s that lame saying about a pen and a sword? It might be true.
The difference between Duke and other Mood Controllers was that Connor wouldn’t be anticipating Duke’s ability. And if, like the rest of the school, Connor still thought Duke was Telekinetic, then maybe it could work to our advantage. It was the first time in the last two weeks I was glad I hadn’t announced to the whole school what Duke was, like I had wanted to.
“What’s Connor’s ability?” I asked Duke as we drove to his house.
“I’m not sure. He was in a lot of Bobby’s classes, so maybe he can manipulate mass.”
The way he said Bobby’s name so casually made me flinch a little. As if Bobby was still just his neighbor and best friend,not a convicted murderer. I cleared my throat and shook off the feeling. “I thought you knew everyone’s ability. Addie said you printed off some roster from the school computers.”
“Yeah, but I was only interested in certain abilities. I didn’t pay attention to the others.”
He was only interested in the abilities that would get him what he wanted—a look at his future. I tried to hold back the growl rising up my throat. “When you get home, look it up for me.”
“I would, but I destroyed that list.”
“Then get another one printed off.”
“One, it’s not as easy as you make it sound. And two, you’d have to fill me in on some more details in order for me to become that invested. Last time I schemed, it kind of blew up in my face.
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