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Chapter Forty-Seven
My jaw is dangling from my shoelace.
“You would be invaluable to our resistance,” he tells me.
“There are others . . . like me?” I can hardly breathe.
Castle offers me eyes that empathize with my soul. “I was
the first to realize my affliction could not be mine alone. I
sought out others, following rumors, listening for stories,
reading the newspapers for abnormalities in human
behavior. At first it was just for companionship.” He pauses.
“I was tired of the insanity. Of believing I was inhuman; a
monster. But then I realized that what seemed a weakness
was actually a strength. That together we could be
something extraordinary. Something good.”
I can’t catch my breath. I can’t find my feet. I can’t cough
up the impossibility caught in my throat.
Castle is waiting for my reaction.
I feel so nervous so suddenly. “What is your . . . gift?” I ask
him.
His smile disarms my insecurity. He holds out his hand.
Cocks his head. I hear the creak of a distant door opening.
The sound of air and metal; movement. I turn toward the
sound only to see something hurtling in my direction. I duck.
Castle laughs. Catches it in his hand.
I gasp.
He shows me the key now caught between his fingers.
“You can move things with your mind?” I don’t even know
where I found the words to speak.
“I have an impossibly advanced level of psychokinesis.”
He twists his lips into a smile. “So yes.”
“There’s a name for it?” I think I’m squeaking. I try to
steady myself.