Page 83 of Fangs
My skin crawled.“I doubt it. It wouldn’t fit with their teachings.”
“What were their teachings?”
“They thought women were lesser, only suitable for havin’ babies and takin’ care of the home.”
His lip curled.“I’ve heard of places like that.”
“I’m so confused,” I admitted, my eyes prickling.“I don’t understand why Dune would lie.”
He shifted slightly on the bench so that his arm pressed against mine.“I’m sorry.”
“Mac?”
We all glanced up to see Nemo approaching, his face grave.
“Sorry, but I need to borrow you for a moment,” he said.
Mac shot me an apologetic look. “I’ll catch up with y’all later,” he said out loud.
I watched him leave the canteen with Nemo, the two of them speaking in low tones. Unease and guilt filled me. I needed to tell him about the other powered person. It was urgent. People’s lives were at stake. Why hadn’t I told him yet? Why did I feel sick with fear when I thought about it?
Even stranger, I wasn’t scared by Mac’s presence in my head. It was familiar but also so different. The other powered person’s presence instinctively terrified me. It felt dangerous, like a predator, like an invasion. So, what did Mac’s presence feel like?
I thought about it as I slowly sipped my broth. Mac felt like…nothing—but not in a bad way. That didn’t make any sense. Nothing in a good way? That wasn’t?—
My stomach did a little flip as the realization crashed into me.
No, not nothing.Me.
Mac’s power—if it wasMac’spower—felt like mine. That’s why I barely noticed it.
What the fuck didthatmean?
“Freckles? Hey, Freckles!”
I blinked and met Lee’s eyes.
“You want some more broth?” he asked.
I glanced at Wolf, but he was simply watching me with an unreadable expression. “What?”
“Do you want some more broth?” Lee repeated, a slight grin crossing his face.
“No,” I said, confused. Everyone was looking at me now.
“You were starin’ into that mug like you hoped it would magically refill itself.” Lee’s grin widened.
“Oh.” My face warmed. “No, I’m fine.”
“Do you often have to stick to broth?” Sable asked from the other side of Wolf.
I set the mug down, still not looking at him, and shrugged.
“Does certain food make you sick?” Lee asked.
“No,” I said to my plate.
“You never used to have any problem with food,” Wolf finally spoke, his voice low.
