The Scribe (Mindjack Origins) by Quinn Susan Kaye

Author:Quinn, Susan Kaye [Quinn, Susan Kaye]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2012-08-29T04:00:00+00:00

I pounded the hammer, slamming the nail into place with far more power than necessary, driving it in with the first beat, but hitting it a few more times to make sure. The sound deafened me, multiplying a thousand times in the close confines of the bathroom. These new silica fiber dryboards could take the abuse, as long as I didn’t miss the nail, but I might need to get some earplugs. The more I thought about that idea, the more I liked it.

“You enjoy working on things,” Ava said from the doorway, making me jump and miss the nail. “You like building things, instead of destroying them.”

A neat circular dent in the dryboard stared at me. I pushed off my knees and rose up until I towered over her. I slowly took the two nails out from where I held them between my teeth.

“You know,” I said, “I’d really rather not hear your analysis of all that time you were snooping in my head.”

She had the decency to blush and stare at her feet, which were narrow, thin like the rest of her. Almost as small as a child’s. A confusion of guilt and anger heated my face. Why did she have such an effect on me?

“I’m sorry.” She peeked up at me. “I forget that you don’t know me. That happens sometimes. I can’t always keep straight what I’m supposed to know from what I actually know.”

“How about you just forget everything you know about me?” Even as I asked, it sounded ridiculous in my own ears.

She cocked her head to the side, giving me a quizzical look and tapping her chin. “Who are you again?” Then she beamed a smile and stuck out her hand. “Hi! I’m Ava Trinkle. Nice to meet you.”

Her outstretched hand hung in the air, fingers lined up and floating. I waited a beat too long, then switched the hammer to my left hand and shook hers with my right. It was like taking hold of a dove, feather soft and weightless. I took care not to crush it.

“Sasha Rimbali,” I said. “And I’m not particularly pleased to meet you…” When her blond eyebrows drew together, I smiled a little. “Under these unfortunate circumstances,” I finished. Her smile flashed again, blinding me with the delight behind it. It was far too easy to make her smile. It felt like skating out over thin ice, all while knowing it would crack and swallow me whole. Far too much like losing control. And that was a very dangerous feeling for me to have.

I dropped her hand and gripped the cool steel edge of the sink as I leaned back against it. “So, Ms. Trinkle. You get captured by a ruthless Clan, sneak out under the cover of darkness, and join up with another Clan filled with extreme jackers and dangerous talents you don’t even understand.”

She hiked up her eyebrows.

“Ok, you might know a little about what we can do, but still. What makes you think

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