It drew away from her skin and parted like a whisper of cool silk. Maddie stared at her fingers, unable to believe what she was seeing. Her hands seemed blurred and her fingers seemed to belong to a stranger. She was pretty sure they didn’t teach this in any of her physics books. “Do you want to help me here with some explanations? Because this is seriously starting to scare me, Lyon.” Lyon put his hand on her shoulder. At his touch, Maddie felt grounded and balanced, not spinning off into a thousand directions. It was strange how he could do that. With one look, one word or one simple touch he put her world to rights. That probably meant something. Actually, it probably meant a whole lot. But Maddie couldn’t risk thinking about that too closely. She took a slow breath, seeing the dim outline of her fingers behind the painting. “Lyon, this—is scary. I can’t be doing this.” “Most certainly it is impossible for other people. For you—anything is possible. This is only the start.”
