“How did you find out about him?”
“The librarian at the front desk. She’s an older woman. Recognized Ian by name and said Professor Drake might have information.”
“Are you prepared to use your ability if needed?”
Her cheeks pinken, and she shakes her head. “No. I haven’t used that on purpose yet, and I don’t plan to.”
“Why not?”
She chews on her bottom lip. “For one, I’m not exactly sure how it works. Do I just touch someone and see random things? Or can I actually tune in for something specific?”
I shrug. “You won’t know unless you try,” I say, leaning forward and offering her my arm. “Try it on me.”
She blinks. “How?”
I chew on my bottom lip. “Think of something specific you want to know before touching me and see if it works.”
She blows out a breath and appears to formulate her question, if her furrowed brows and pinched expression are any indicator.
Nina reaches out and touches my arm. Her eyes are closed, and her lips are smashed together.
She gasps and jumps back as though I’ve stung her.
“Did it work? What did you see?”
She clears her throat. “It didn’t work…exactly. I thought of a specific thing I wanted to see, and it didn’t show me that, but I did see something…”
I make a face for her to spit it out.
“I saw Chelsea.”
My breath hitches.
“You saw her?”
“She was standing by your refrigerator door, just staring at you.”
I get a tingly feeling of spiders crawling over my body that has me wiggling in place.
“Creepy.”
She nods but remains quiet. There’s something she’s not saying. I know Nina, and I know when she’s holding back. This time, it appears as though she’s working something out in her head.
“What else did you see, Nina?”
“I could see into her head.” The word comes out a whisper.
I blink, unable to fully grasp what she’s claiming.
“She was in a speakeasy of sorts. Something that’s hidden from locals.” She rubs at her head, wincing. “She was dealing drugs.”
That wasnotwhat I was expecting.
We didn’t havemuch time to deliberate on the whole Chelsea-was-a-drug-dealer shock, because Nina’s meeting with the professor is approaching, and we needed to make our way across campus.
“I know you haven’t figured out how to use your ability, but this is one of those times where you absolutely should try to use it, Nina. If he isn’t able to give you anything, touch him and see what comes through.”
She groans from beside me as we practically power walk across the courtyard toward the history building, where Professor Drake’s office resides.
