The Brightest Night by Armentrout Jennifer L

Author:Armentrout, Jennifer L.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Published: 2020-10-19T16:00:00+00:00

21

Three days after learning the flu with the stupidest nickname ever was spreading and the only thing any of us could do was hope that people would listen to Dee, I caught the stuffed banana that flew out of Zoe’s hand, winging straight for my palm instead of my face.

“Aha!” I shouted, thrusting the toy Luc had stolen from Daemon and Kat’s house into the air.

“You did it again!” Zoe clapped, a much more helpful and enthusiastic audience than Grayson.

“Congratulations,” came the gruff voice that was surprisingly more irritating than Grayson’s dry one. “You stopped a stuffed banana from physically assaulting your face.” A pregnant pause. “After twenty-three attempts.”

I counted to ten as my gaze slid past Luc’s bemused expression to the old man sitting in the folded metal chair.

Unfortunately, Zoe hadn’t come alone the last two days.

General Eaton sat there, rubbing the knee of his stiff leg. He had more comments than a sports broadcaster. When he’d showed up yesterday with Zoe, he’d claimed he’d wanted to see for himself that I was—how had he put it? “Awake and breathing and not trying to kill everyone in sight.”

Lovely.

“It was not twenty-three times,” I snapped, resisting the urge to turn the banana into a real projectile and launch it toward his head.

“It was more like fifteen,” Luc interjected.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re so not helping.”

Luc grinned, but there was something off about it. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was or if there was anything truly off about it. You’re hot when you’re mad.

Don’t try to sweet-talk me.

Chuckling, Luc lifted his hand, and the banana flew from mine straight to his. Over the last couple of days, Luc constantly shifted from speaking out loud to not, and while it was still a shock to hear his voice so clearly, sending what I wanted him to hear had gotten easier. And despite Eaton’s less-than-supportive attitude, I was significantly better at using the Source. Yes, my aim was sometimes a wee bit off, but from day one, as Luc was referring to the first day after waking up, there been a marked improvement. No more misfires when I was attempting to move something. I didn’t have to concentrate as hard, and I was feeling pretty darn kick-ass, to be honest.

“We’re going to try to do something harder,” Luc announced, tossing the banana into Eaton’s lap. The general frowned down at it. “I want you to move animate objects—something that can fight back.”

Zoe lifted her hand. “I volunteer as tribute.”

I crossed my arms. “Not sure I’m comfortable with that.”

“I am.” Slipping the hair band off her wrist, she pulled the mass of tight curls back from her face. “Move me. I dare you.”

Eaton arched his brow.

I looked to Luc. His shoulders were tense. Moving a stolen stuffed banana was one thing. Forcing my friend to do something was entirely another.

It’s okay. You’re not going to hurt her, Luc’s voice came to me.

How can you be sure?

Because I’m not asking you to toss her through a window.

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