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Specter
“Thevideofeedfromher dad’s house shows him throwing the mug. It wasn’t a dream,” I tell Raven.
His eyebrows rise. “Did you check the timestamps?”
“They match up exactly. He threw it, then three seconds later she bolted upright.”
“Interesting.”
That’s a fucking understatement. “What do you think it means?” I ask.
“I can’t say for sure yet.”
“It has to be a part of her abilities, right?”
“Most likely. But it’s not unheard of for people to know when someone they love is in distress across distances. Or it could be a coincidence. She’s been having nightmares too, so it’s hard to tell until we see more.”
I sigh and nod. He’s right. We’ve been waiting for Liv’s abilities to manifest. So far, she has rapid healing capabilities, but they're not as developed as mine. She has super strength and speed, or she wouldn’t have been able to kill Scotty, but again, they aren’t as advanced. When she tried to stop Luke from leaving, she slammed her hand on the hood of his car and left a dent. My calloused heart squeezes remembering the sound she made when he drove away. You could hear her soul falling apart. Fucking brutal.
The computer sounds an alert, and we turn to the monitors on the wall. John is home alone. And he’s on the floor in front of the couch, seizing. I pull out my phone, but Raven shoots his hand out to stop me. I eye him with confusion but catch movement on the monitor. Sylvie flings the unlocked back door open and rushes to his side. She stabs his arm with a syringe and his seizing stops. She collapses onto the coffee table and takes in a deep breath before she grabs his wrist and looks at her watch.
John stirs, and she leaves the way she came, closing the door behind her. His eyes open as she passes the window, but he’s oblivious. He blinks a few times, then sits up with a grunt. He maneuvers to the couch and sinks his head into his hands, running his fingers over his scalp. I tap into the call as he dials his dad.
“Hello, son,” Henry answers.
“Dad. It happened again.”
“How long was this one?”
He looks at his watch. “A few minutes I think.”
“Did you record it?” Henry asks.
John sags into the couch. “What aren’t you telling me? I’m not a teenager anymore. The seizures are more frequent. Is this thing I have fatal? Am I dying?”
His dad sighs. “I don’t know, son.”
John frowns and my stomach drops. John has no fucking clue what’s going on, but his dad isn’t lying to him. We don’t know if this will kill him.
“I’m sorry. I wish I had answers,” Henry says.
John stares at the ceiling, pinching the bridge of his nose. “At least Liv doesn’t have it.”
Henry lied and said he ran a test on Liv when she was younger. When Liv found out about John’s condition, she insisted on getting tested again, but Sylvie offered to do it for her. With Henry’s help, she convinced them that Liv didn’t have the same genetic defect as John. Except it’s a lie. The only difference between them is that I activated Liv as an adult, so she doesn’t have to worry about the seizures.
“How is she?” Henry asks.
John drops his hand but keeps staring at the ceiling. “Better. I can tell she’s hurting, though. I still think Luke made the wrong move.”
His dad sighs but says nothing.
“How are you? Is Barbara leaving you alone?” John asks.
“She reaches out every other week, but I ignore her attempts,” he says.
“I’m sorry, Dad."
“You good son?”
