Eyes closed, flat on my back, my mind is clear, my body whole and undamaged. The brutal stimuli of pain have fled. Pity, I’m deprived even the gratification of wallowing in the agony inflicted upon my person last night. Yay for Wanderer abilities, I think sarcastically. I’m not even left with a hangover for my troubles. My mind begins to reel as I reach full consciousness, my thoughts consuming me. I open my eyes and sit up, seeking escape from the plague of thoughts that’s out of my control. Perched on a kitchen chair in front of the bay windows of the bedroom, motionless, is Hal. “You were unconscious when we dragged you in here last night. Covered in bruises and bleeding from the temple. I think you had a few broken ribs as well. How is that possible, Kade?” “It’s my gift,” I say, refusing to look at him as I head toward the bathroom. “Connecting with humanity is your gift. This, this is something else.” Pausing mid-stride, the full force of his words hits me in the back before I let it roll off.
