Kayleen was on her back, in the middle between us, closer to me than Marcus. Even in the half-light, I could see the mess of her dark hair, now so tangled it might be hopeless. “We have to keep going,” Marcus said, his voice dragging tired but determined. “The sooner we finish our work, the sooner no one will want you.” People had been chasing me ever since I got to Silver’s Home. “Do you really believe that? That there will ever be a day when no one wants to find me for the wrong reason?” “All right. The sooner we can be free to find the others.” “That’s better. Did people chase you your whole life?” He shifted position, pushing up on his elbow so he looked down on us. “Most of it. That’s the price of ability.” “So why wasn’t I born more of an idiot?” Kayleen stirred. “Would you really give up your skills?” “No.” Although I’d take some of yours away if it made your life easier. Except I couldn’t say that. One look at Marcus reminded me of his impatience.
