"How did you manage not to be ensnared?" Astrid asked.
I treated her question as rhetorical. No way was I going to reveal my secrets.
My gaze lifted, lingering on the shadow I could still see.
No one had reacted to it yet, and at least two people had looked directly at it.
I was right. I was the only one who could see it.
I wasn't sure how I felt about that yet.
Emotions roiled through the air, as easy to read as a book.
Baran's anger held a sharp scent while Breandan seemed more fascinated than ever.
The rest of the Scattered were a medley of scents and colors.
Whatever I'd done with the shadow's main body, it had revved up my magic sight in a big way.
Everything was richer. More detailed. Even my normal sight, letting me see the tiniest of imperfections in the room around me.
I was focused in a way I had never been before. Data and sensory input coming lightning fast and sorted in the same instant.
Impatience bloomed from the captain’s direction. He wanted to get a move on.
This was all weird. So very weird. Helpful, though.
It would take a while to get used to this new facet of my abilities—if they remained.
"I imagine you have a lot of questions right now," the captain said.
His agreeable tone was at odds with the frustration I could see around him.
"You think, Travis?" The question held a wealth of betrayal and a heaping dose of righteous anger.
"I know you feel betrayed right now," he said calmly.
"That doesn't even begin to cover half of it."
I mean, really? Betrayed? Let's try infuriated. Hurt. Enraged. Then we'd be getting somewhere.
What I wouldn't give to ruffle his perfect face. The punch I gave Breandan would be nothing in comparison.
"Brave little thing," Owen mused
I bared my fangs at him, letting out a sound that was a cross between the deep throated yowl of a feline and the hiss of a snake.
He merely arched an eyebrow. "Did you learn nothing from trying to bite, Callie?"
My fangs snicked up into my gums as I admitted he had a point.
Using our teeth to rip out the throats of our enemies was as instinctive as breathing.
Good thing for me that Nathan and Liam had been relentless in drilling other forms of defense and offense into my skull.
For now, I’d let the Jerry lookalike think I was weak and stupid. There would be plenty of time to teach him otherwise later.
"She's more powerful than you," I said in a guttural voice.
