“It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.”
I eyed him, wanting to ask what exactly was so hard about being super-fast, strong, having superior hearing and vision, and being badass. He could fly… or he used to be able to. That was my dream. A dream I would never be able to enjoy because people couldn’t just… fly. If only it was that easy.
Plus, he had almost nothing to be scared of other than what had broken his back, and I wasn’t about to bring that shit up, ever.
I cleared my throat gently. “Can I ask you something else?”
One side of his mouth went flat. “If I say no, you’re still going to ask anyway, aren’t you?”
I nodded.
His whole mouth went flat, and I took that as permission. More like resignation, but same thing.
“Do you age?”
His blink was the same speed as his answer. “Slowly.”
So vague. Fine. “What’s your favorite power?” I asked.
“Telepathy,” he answered immediately.
My eyes went wide in disbelief. “Fuck off.”He couldn’t be.Could he?
His eyebrows rose a little. “Do you know how many people tell me to fuck off?”
“Not enough?” I whispered sarcastically, but actually really relieved. Son of a bitch, I knew he’d been lying. He’d almost gotten me. “No, seriously. What is it?”
“Fl—” he started to say before cutting himself off.
But I knew. We both did. The elephant in the room.
Better yet, the spaceship in the room.
I pressed my lips together.Shut the hell up, Gracie. He might leave you here if you annoy him enough.
“Telekinesis,” he offered after a moment.
That was enough to make me forget about the f-word. “You’re telekinetic? As in,you can move things with your mind?” I had no idea it was possible to be this jealous.
It was, apparently.
“That’s what telekinesis means.”
“I didn’t know you could do that.”
“On a low scale, and it isn’t something we’ve chosen to advertise.”
“We?” I gasped. This almost felt like learning Area 51 was real.
He blinked. He wasn’t joking. Ohshit.
“How many times have you changed your name?” he asked suddenly.
Okay, that was going to be something to think about for a while. “Legally, just the once. I lied about my other ones. Some places where we lived, no one asked for identification, so it was easy to lie. Why don’t you have a significant other?” I asked, on a roll, taking advantage of this. Maybe tomorrow he would wake up in a bad mood and never answer another one of my questions. Who knew?
That got me a long,longglare,and that said a lot because he’d given me some impressive ones already.
I tried to look innocent.
