peeking from underneath her bed.
She gives me a scathing glare before letting out a resigned sigh, “Fine.”
I glance around the room. The difference between the two sides stands out drastically. Her roommate’s half is decorated in all the girly crap that’s expected, from fluffy purple pillows on the bright bedspread to pictures plastered on the wall of friends, and posters of shirtless men. My heart tugs in my chest when I stare at Saige’s blank walls and picture free desk.
“You said you were going to talk. I’m waiting.” Saige’s annoyed tone snaps my attention back to why I’m here and why I made her walk out of my life four years ago.
“You mentioned my father earlier,” I begin again, my throat going dry, “I am here because of him but not because of what you think.”
Saige stops pretending to pack and looks at me questioningly.
“I’m not working for my father,” my jaw tenses, “I’m actually working against him.”
Saige’s nose scrunches, “What do you mean?”
“My father doesn’t work for the government.”
“You lied about that, too?” she asks softly, her voice raw.
Too? “I didn’t lie. I didn’t know until two weeks before -” I pause, not wanting to mention that night, wishing it never existed, “before you left.”
Her eyes darken and she blinks quickly before looking away.
I’m next to her in one stride. “I’m sorry I hurt you, Saige,” I whisper, pulling her into my arms. Relief floods my veins when she leans into me a few seconds before pulling away this time.
“If your dad doesn’t work for the government, who does he work for?”
“I don’t know.” Deciding to just throw it out there, I don’t mince words, “You know that I’m immune to your abilities. Well, I’m immune to all abilities people like you have as well.”
“How do you know that?” she asks hesitantly.
“My brother has abilities, too. My father spent the first years of my life trying to help me find what my ability or power is.” A humorless laugh escapes, “You should’ve seen the disappointment on his face when he found out that my power is actually the anti-power. He had me around people with just about every ability you can think of, trying to see if some other power would rub off on me. Then, when that didn’t work, he would have them try to use their powers on me to see how much I could withstand. I’m immune to them all.”
Saige scoots away, hurt filling her eyes as she jumps from the bed. “You said you didn’t lie to me! How could you not tell me that your brother has abilities like me, that the reason I can’t feel you is because you have the power to block me!?”
Raking my hands through my hair, I shake my head, “I don’t choose to block you. I’m immune to you.”
“I don’t care what the hell you call it, you still lied to me all these years!” she shrieks, struggling to breathe as she walks around the room with her arms wrapped tightly around herself again.
“If you knew, you would wanted to have met them so you didn’t feel like you were alone in what you can do, but I saw what my brother went through with my dad hounding him for hours every day, trying to sharpen his powers. I used to be jealous of the attention Jackson got from my father until I saw how miserable he was. I don’t know why, but I always felt that exposing you to my father would be dangerous. Now, I know it would’ve been. I didn’t tell you to protect you, Saige.”
“Just like you sent me away to protect me?” she shrieks.
“Dammit, Saige, he was starting to ask questions, and I didn’t have a choice. I had to send you away to keep you from him, and I wanted you to have a chance at a normal life,” I glance around the room, looking for her violin, the one thing in her life that kept her sanity when I wasn’t around. Storming to the closet, I open the door but it’s not there either.
Cassandra Clare, Robin Wasserman