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it could help suppress your urges, but we think the Puppetmaster made it and arranged for Ntatemogolo to find it and give it to you. All part of his evil plan.
    And get this – Ntatemogolo says he thinks he’s met the Puppetmaster before. It seems the psycho has been stalking my family – which would explain how he got hold of my tooth. Speaking of stalking, his foot soldier Emily’s been delivering photos of you. I guess it’s his way of letting me know he has eyes everywhere.
    You know what’s really odd? While impersonating Ntatemogolo, the Puppetmaster taught me a lot. He pushed me to improve my telepathy. He pushed you, too. Who knows how long it would have taken for you to return to your cell if you hadn’t overdosed and had to stop taking the serum? It’s almost as if he wants us to be stronger…but that makes no sense, right?
    My gifts are getting stronger. Apparently it’s happening to other gifted too. Is it happening to the drifters as well? Ntatemogolo doesn’t know what’s causing it yet, but I’m sure he’ll find out.
    I don’t want you to worry about me. The Puppetmaster’s had countless chances to hurt me and hasn’t taken them. I have to wonder, though. If he put his plans in motion years ago, maybe he meant for us to meet. Maybe our whole lives are part of his plan. I don’t know. I hope not.
    It would be great to see you again. Or get a phone call, or email, or Facebook poke. No pressure. I won’t go as far as saying I miss you – your ego’s huge enough – and thanks to the crystal and Emily’s surveillance at least I know you’re OK.
    Take care of yourself. Take care of your brothers. And watch your back. You never know which face the Puppetmaster might be wearing.
    XO,
    Connie
    * * *
    “I’m coming with you.”
    I stare at my father, then shoot an “I told you so” glance at Ntatemogolo, who has come to pick me up for my first meeting with the Puppetmaster. Now that Dad knows I’m gifted, Ntatemogolo has enforced a full-disclosure policy that I have serious qualms about. He has always wanted to prove that his “mumbo jumbo” is real, and I think he takes a perverse pleasure in shocking Dad with the details. There was no need to tell Dad about the meetings. He freaked out plenty before he found out the truth, but now freaking out seems to be his default state.
    I take a deep breath. “Dad, the Puppetmaster’s not going to hurt me.”
    Dad’s jaw is tense. I can see him wrestling with the options – the illusion of options, that is. There is no way he’s coming along. “What kind of father lets his child walk into this kind of situation?”
    I take another deep breath, willing myself to be patient with him. He’s only been living in our world a few weeks, and he’s bound to have trouble adjusting. “I gave him my word,” I explain as I slip my phone into my pocket. “We have an agreement. If I do anything to annoy him…” I leave the rest to Dad’s imagination.
    He swallows. His face turns pale. “How will I know what’s going on?”
    “You won’t. You’re just going to have to trust me.”
    “Trust you? You’re only eighteen!”
    “Then trust
me
,” says Ntatemogolo. There’s only the slightest trace of impatience in his voice. I’m impressed. “Do you think I would let anything happen to Connie?”
    Dad hesitates just long enough to raise my grandfather’s hackles.
    “Listen here, Raymond. I would never–”
    “I know.” Dad sighs. “But I’m her father!”
    “I’ll be fine, Dad. Ntatemogolo will be right there.”
    He glowers at my grandfather. “If anything happens to her…”
    “Nothing will,” Ntatemogolo assures him, and steers me towards the car.
    I turn to give Dad a reassuring smile. He’s standing in the doorway looking as though he’s torn between running after us and running to his room to hide. We’re at the gate… We’re out. I close the gate behind me, get into the car and heave a sigh of relief. When the car pulls