Page 59 of Captured Immune

Victor raises a hand, making Craig stop in his tracks. “Come again?”

“I imagined a brick wall.”

“What color?”

“Red and brown.”

“How tall?”

“I don’t know? Pretty tall? It surrounded him in a circle. Kind of like he was at the bottom of a well.” I can’t believe how convincing I sound.

Victor takes a moment to process what I told him, then says, “Interesting.”

13

TREY

“How long was I out for?”I ask Katie when I wake up in the infirmary again. She’s on a chair at my bedside, typing something on her iPad.

In her sweet little voice, she says, “It’s been about seven hours.”

I drop my head back onto the pillow and let out a breath of relief. I swear, if she would have said I’d been out for another three days, I would have waltzed up to my uncle with the biggest fireball I can make and hold it against his face until his skin melted off.

I rub my face with my palms. “What time is it?”

“You just missed dinner. It’s almost nine.”

Dinner?That sounds good. The emptiness in my stomach is beginning to get excruciatingly painful. I can’t remember the last time I ate.

“Want some Healing Water?” Katie holds out a bottle of heaven to me.

This time, I read the label first. Lemon-lime, my favorite. When I finish drinking it, I toss the empty bottle into the air and point at it as it flies across the room and lands in the trash.

I’m surprised my powers are working. Last night after I climbed into this medical bed, I pointed at the blanket to pull it up, and it barely hovered. Poor thing fell limply to the floor. No matter how many times I pointed at it, it wouldn’t rise.

Technically, I don’t need a blanket, since my body will regulate my internal temperature during my sleep, but I like having a blanket for the comfort it provides. I was too weak to bend over to pick it up, so I figured I’d ask the nurse to do it whenever she came in to check my vitals. I fell asleep before she arrived. It was either her or Katie who must have picked up the blanket and draped it over me.

Katie crosses one leg over the other, then places her hands over the iPad in her lap. “So, you’re a Kinetic?”

“Yeah.” I press a button on the bed. With a mechanical buzzing sound, the mattress folds upward.

“You like it?”

A littleehgrunt comes out as I exhale. “I like it more than my mind power.”

“Do you wanna share what that is?”

Usually, Zordis don’t openly discuss what their mind powers are. Many powers are seen as intrusive or dangerous, so it’s cultural to keep that information private. Mine is a power that falls into the intrusive category. I’m not a person who’ll tell people what my mind power is unprompted, but when asked, I don’t mind sharing. “I’m an Empath.”

A rush of adrenaline races through Katie. She’s good at hiding her emotions. If I wasn’t an Empath, I wouldn’t have a clue that her anxiety just spiked, because she shows no signs of it on her face. If knowing I can read emotions makes her nervous, that means she’s hiding something. Now I want to know: What’s she hiding?

“I’m a PMT,” Katie says as she works to regulate her nerves. I’m pretty impressed. Within seconds, she’s back to feeling content.

I rack my brain, trying to figure out what PMT means.

“Premonitioner,” she says.

“So, you’re a Seer?”

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