She’s standing in the doorway to the dining room in the middle of a wind she created that’s blowing her incredible long hair, the reddest I’ve seen it, around her shoulders. Her normally violet eyes are vivid purple. Her skin has a golden glow. She seems taller than usual, if that’s possible. And her confidence, her self-assuredness, is stronger than I’ve seen it before. She looks like a goddess. ‘How do I turn it off?’ she asks Gabe. He walks up to her with a big smile on his face and lightly grips her upper arms. ‘Think calm, gentle thoughts.’ He shrugs. ‘Think of me.’ She laughs a little, then closes her eyes, and pretty soon the wind disappears. ‘Way to go!’ I call out, forcing a happy grin. In reality, Ebony’s surging confidence and belief in her angelic origins is bad news for me. Skinner is not going to like my next report. I’m gonna have to change my plan – again. ‘So what are those dark forces?’ Ebony asks Gabe, oblivious to my plotting against her happiness.
