Page 123 of Captured Immune

“About what?”

“Lightning balls and spiky spheres of ice.”

He leans in closer to caress my face. “I’m sorry, angel. I hope these nightmares don’t stick around like the spider ones have.”

“Me too.” I let out a little sigh. “What time is it?”

“Earlier, the clock on the microwave said it was just past noon, but I have no clue if that’s accurate or not.”

“How long have you been awake?”

“Not long. Maybe a half hour.”

I sit up and rub my eyes. “Could you turn the light on?”

Trey sits up too, and points at the light switch. It clicks, then the room brightens to life.

I squint and blink a few times before my eyes adjust to find my man in a gray polo and a pair of light wash jeans. He doesn’t normally wear polos or light wash jeans. It was probably the closest thing to what he prefers to wear that he could find in here. “Telekinesis is a really cool power to have. I wish I had that.”

“You have a power that’s waaay cooler than mine.”

“My immunity isn’t apower, and it’s not as useful as being able to move things with your mind.”

“First off, your immunityisa power. It’s not a Zordi power, but it’s still a power—a powerful one at that. Second, telekinesis is mybodypower. So, it’s mostly my hands doing the work. My mind plays a huge part, but without my hands, it couldn’t happen.”

I take a moment to let that information settle in. “There’s still a lot for me to learn about the Zordi world, isn’t there?”

“You know, my plan once I got you to Paris was to tell you everything about my world. I didn’t wanna tell you in advance because I didn’t want you to freak out and leave me before I could get you somewhere safe. You seem to be taking all this pretty well. Maybe I should have just told you. We might have avoided all this.”

“No, you did the right thing by not telling me. If you had, I definitely would have left you. When I first saw people using their powers, I was terrified.”

“I’m so sorry.” He takes my hands into his and gives me a light peck on the knuckles. “What’s the first power you saw?”

“Whatever power Victor has that makes his eyes go black.”

Trey thinks, then his face scrunches together. “He doesn’t have a power that makes his eyes go black.”

“Yes, he does.”

“Victor is an Aero, an Animal Empath, and he has enhanced taste. None of those can make his eyes go black.”

“I know what I saw, Trey. He held me down, stared at my face, then this creepy black cloud took over the whites of his eyes. I saw it multiple times.”

“Hmm.” His eyes gloss over in deep thought.

“While you think about that, I’m gonna go brush my teeth.” I slide off the bed and head toward the bathroom.

After I’ve got fresh breath, I join Trey back in the bedroom. He stands in front of the nightstand with the drawer open, holding his fake passport, staring at it with a far-off look in his eyes.

I rub a palm over his shoulder. “What’re you thinking about?”

He continues staring at the nameDaniel Johnsonbefore he sighs and sets the passport down. Then he shuts the drawer, takes my hands into his, and leads me to sit on the edge of the bed with him.

“Babe,” he says through a long sigh, “I’m gonna say something to you, and it’s gonna sound crazy.”

“Is it crazier than telling me that our parents were killed on the same night, and that the media said I died with them, and that my name was probably Hannah Calder at one point?”

“This is equally as crazy.”

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