“What do we do?” Jane
thought of the lovely town that felt like home, the warm, friendly people, and
the Rivals finally making a move. Something worse than leaving those arrogant,
power-grubbing Grandstones like a rusty spike in the town, to mark their spot
and give them a foothold when they finally decided to act.
“Other than hope for
a nice, tidy explosion to wipe the whole moronic town of Fendersburg off the
map and set you free?" Beauregard winked. Demetrius snorted.
A bottle of whiskey levitated over from behind a stack
of books that didn't hide it very well. Jane waited, holding her breath while
the bottle tipped and poured three fingers' worth into the glass-bottomed
tankard Demetrius always used, no matter what he drank, hot or cold, common
beverages or scientific experiments. She was grateful his telekinetic talents
were at full power right now. Depending on the phases of the moon and whatever
problems he had, his energy levels could be high enough to be dangerous to
everyone around him, or so low he couldn't even get out of his own chair
without help. Another price of getting old, along with losing the ability to
heal from anything short of amputation.
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