“Do you have them?” she asks with curious eyes.
I purse my lips and shake my head. “No.”
The light in her expression dies. “Oh–” she sinks into herself. “Have you tried?”
“Yeah, when I was younger.”
“And not since?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because I thought they would have made themselves known by now.”
Lula chews on the inside of her cheek. “Maybe you have powers, but they’re helped by emotions like Eleven.”
“Who?”
Her mouth hangs open. “You don’t know who Eleven is?”
“Funnily enough, I don’t know everyone in this world. And what sort of name is Eleven?”
“She’s a fictional character.”
“That explains it.”
“Do you think they could be brought to the surface with emotion?”
I sigh and rest my head back against the wall. “I don’t know. I wouldn’t even know where to start.”
Lula slumps onto her knees. “That sucks.”
Silence washes over us, but she doesn’t take her eyes off me.
“Do you think we’ll get out of here?” she asks as her fingers attempt to untangle a matted piece of hair.
I reach over to stop her from tearing out the clump. “I know we will,” I say with honesty.
Lula looks over at her mother, who now has her eyes closed in the corner of the cell. “She tries so hard to stay positive for me,” she whispers, her voice cracking. “I think somewhere deep down, she knows we’ll never be able to escape, but she tries to keep me believing.”
My hands tremble at the sadness in her words.
“She keeps telling me how much life I have to live, and this isn’t the end.”
“It’s not the end,” I reassure her. “I promise.”
“A promise is big.”
“I know.” I nod. “And I’ll stick to it.”
Because I promised Evan the same thing.
Lula claps her hands together. “Then we should try to draw any potential powers to the surface with your emotions.”
My mouth slants to the side. If it keeps her entertained, then I’ll give it a go. But something tells me if I had his powers, I’d know about them by now.
“Ryker always does this thing where he can push someone up against the wall by their throat,” she explains as she holds out her arm to me.
