Twilight Crook by Eva Chase

Author:Eva Chase
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781989096765
Publisher: Ink Spark Press
Published: 2020-08-18T16:00:00+00:00

17

Sorsha

Saying my first official training session didn’t go well would be like saying the Pacific Ocean was a teensy bit damp.

Omen marched me out into the deserted yard next to the funhouse, where a stray Ferris wheel car had been pummeled almost out of recognition. I guessed that was how Thorn had produced the crashing noises I’d taken as part of a Company attack earlier this morning. A rusty old delivery truck parked nearby seemed to hold a look of relief that it’d been spared in the slant of the dust smears on its windshield.

Omen clapped his hands together. “All right. We know you can work this power. Let’s see if we can get you working it on purpose.”

I thought of last night’s failed experiment with the popcorn bag. “I’m not sure I can, at least not out of the blue with no real reason to. Didn’t you say it’s activated when I get ‘worked up’? I can’t make myself panic over nothing.”

The hellhound shifter’s expression suggested he thought I’d been pointlessly overwrought plenty of times already, but he managed to keep at least a little of his disdain to himself. “You’ll need to get familiar with the specific feeling of manipulating—or producing—fire until you can summon it up without a bunch of panic around it. But for now, we’ll start by triggering it first.”

He gave me a thin smile, and then he started pelting me with beanbags he must have found at an abandoned game stall.

Having the bags smack into my chest and legs—oh, and that was the side of my head—definitely pissed me off. I snatched one out of the air and flung it right back at Omen. It clocked him in the nose.

“That’s not what we’re looking for,” Bossypants snapped. “Focus on the projectiles, not on me. They’re what’s hitting you. If you light one up, I’ll stop.”

“Promises, promises,” I muttered, not really believing him, but it didn’t matter anyway. I squinted at the beanbags as they whipped toward me until I thought I was going to go cross-eyed, but my irritation didn’t come with the rush of energy that’d coursed through me a few times in the past. If that even was the feeling I was looking to stir up. I hadn’t exactly been meditating on my inner state while I was dashing to save Pickle’s life.

After a while, Omen gave up on that tactic and ushered me back to the funhouse rooftop. He shoved a slip of paper into my hand and motioned for me to get up on the low railing that circled the roof’s edge. “Walk along there and see if you can get the paper burning.”

I took a brief glance at the ground a couple dozen feet below. No biggie. With nimble steps, I crossed from one end of the building to the other in less than a minute. I looked back at Omen, my heartbeat barely elevated. “This is supposed to work how?”

He was glaring at me, a few tufts of his tawny hair poking up from the smooth surface he’d slicked it into.

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