“That’s crazy. I was just think—” Vincent moved us out of the way as another glass had it in for us again. There had to be a ghost throwing glass cups at us! This was insane.
“Emily. Stop thinking about a glass of water.” Vincent carried me into a bathroom and set me on the marble top vanity. Nice bathroom in these apartments.
“E, what did Draco say about your powers? That the calm feeling people get is Rhea’s. Anything else?” Vincent glanced at me, then peered into the rest of the apartment like a bodyguard.
“Um. He said that a part of me was dormant. Waiting or something like that. I was stressed and, like, physically hurting without you around. I may not have heard things right.” I shook my head, trying to dislodge any info I didn’t remember. Vincent leaned against the wall, with a huge grin on his face. Odd expression for someone with glass all over his bed and floors.
“What?”
“You.”
“What me?” I wasn’t doing anything funny.
“You, Emily. The cups, the cabinets, the faucet is you. Your powers aren’t dormant anymore.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Vincent
We cleaned up the apartment and left for her time.
“Holy crap, it’s so hot,” she groaned as we stepped out from her apartment. The summer weather bumped up at least ten degrees since the last time I stood outside in 2023. However, I knew that the Terratrex catastrophe was just around the corner on the timeline. People mentioned the city’s heat close to the event so that tracked. I made a mental note to keep Emily away from the park during that event.
“My tits are gonna sweat right off me.” Emily shook her head, looking adorable as fuck. I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her body up for a kiss. Her legs wrapped around me as I carried her closer to the heroes’ headquarters.
“Vincent, I’m hot and have boob sweat. Contain yourself.” She rolled her eyes, but those legs tightened around my waist. A real fighter, this one. “So, we’re going to talk to Draco about my powers, then what?” she asked, and I had a few ideas in mind. That was until Phillip leaned against the outside wall of Pizza Pazza.
“He probably saw us coming.” She untangled herself and walked up to the seer first. Phillip smiled and held out a to-go cup for Emily.
“You were thirsty.”
“That I was.” She took it with a dash of pink on her cheeks and sipped the drink. The Phillip of this time looked like a younger version of the one in mine. Glad nothing changed.
“Assuming you have insight?” I initiated the conversation, knowing he always had a reason when he showed up first. He scanned my face, then smirked.
“Yeah. Draco is busy, and me telling you this doesn’t change anything.” He switched focus from me to Emily.
“You have telekinesis. Moving objects with your mind. You are both female and masculine energy. Calming, warm, nurturing, and create action physically. It’s gonna take some practice, but you’ll get the hang of it.” He glanced away, and while I knew normal people did that, Phillip only avoided eye contact when there was more info he couldn’t say.
“Ok. I move things with my mind. Got it. I can practice. You guys can help me train, right?” she asked, and I laced my fingers with hers. She already knew I’d be there to help as best as I could.
“Yep. We’ll probably put you on the mat with Lilith or Draco. They’re the best fighters and could avoid anything you threw at them.” He smiled, and again, I knew it wasn’t his real smile.
“Awesome. I guess that’s it?” Emily’s head turned to me, and I nodded.
“Unless you want to train now. There’s no one down there at the moment. You’ll have the mat to yourself.”
“Yes, please.” Emily did a little wiggle, and I released our hands.
“Go ahead. Your access code is 232. Hit the B2 button. I need to talk with Vincent for a minute.” Phillip opened the door to the restaurant, and Emily didn’t move but looked to me.
“I’ll be there in a few, promise.” I only had eyes for her, but if I’d been paying better attention, I would have noticed Phillip glance away again. The love of my life nodded, then walked into the building. I was assuming she knew the way when I saw her turn toward the janitor’s closet-slash-elevator.
The door closed and Phillip faced me.
“Am I messing with your master plans?” Already my skin itched for Emily’s touch. A tightness blossomed at the back of my head, the beginnings of a tension headache for sure. I wanted to hurry this conversation along so I could see her again.
“Not at all. It is interesting watching the futures shift.”
