I’m alone, in a room, with a Sensitive. Probably in a house full of them. I’m a sitting target with nowhere to run. I slump into the couch as if punched. This is not at all what I expected. All these years, I’ve lived surrounded by Sensitives. Completely oblivious. Bethina, Kyra, Ryker, Maz…and Beck. Is there anyone in my life who’s just a normal human, like me? “Are you going to kill me?” I ask weakly. I don’t see how there can be any other outcome. Sensitives hate my family. And me. “Of course not.” Bethina keeps her face soft and kind. “I love you as if you were my own.” My brain whirls. “But Sensitives hate humans. They want us all dead.” “Eliminating humans is not our first priority.” Bethina walks toward the library door and shuts it. The hair along my arms stands up. For a moment I wonder if it’s for privacy or an attempt to keep me trapped inside.
