THE SINGSONG VOICE sounded like it was echoing down a tunnel. “Someone slept the whole day away. Glad you decided to join the land of the living.” Living. Is that what this was? If my head hadn’t been pounding and my ears ringing, I might have laughed. As it was, all I could manage was to open my eyes. Not bad, all things considered. When I turned, Blondie was at the monitor, observing my heart rate. Ever since being returned, I’d been envious of normal humans—people who needed a solid eight hours sleep. Now, if I never lost consciousness again it would be too soon. Although I wasn’t sure you could really compare the comatose state these freaks had been keeping me in with actual sleep. “Go to hell,” I rasped. She chuckled. “Aw, don’t be like that. Did you think we accidentally left you all by your lonesome?” She made a tsk-ing sound while she came around to check me out. “Come on, Kyra. You’re not stupid. Natty told us what you could do . . . that little trick—moving things with your mind.
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