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warehouse where the bodies were found?”
    Jon’s calculating eyes remained fixed on me. “Yeah, there was a sprinkler system. No one thought to see if it’d been triggered, though.”
    “We need to go back and check that.” Shane pulled out a notepad and started scribbling.
    Everyone turned to me.
Where the hell was Thirteen?
Jon saw my hesitation and frowned.
    “If you don’t mind,” I said, as politely as possible, “I’d like to wait for Thirteen to return before we get into all the details.”
    That appeased Jon for the moment, but questions still bubbled in everyone’s thoughts.
    “Who was the third man?” Theo asked before the others had a chance. His dark hair fell forward to frame his face.
    “I—I’m not sure who you mean,” I stammered.
Shit!
I seriously needed to pull it together.
    “In your memory,” he explained. “Who was the third man?”
    “Well, there was my father, Magnus—the one with the remote, and my oldest brother, Malcolm, then my other brother, Markus, and my two uncles, Maxwell and Mallroy.”
    Something sparked in Theo’s eye and he turned to Jon. “So that’s Mallroy, then.”
    The back monitor beeped twice. In the distance, an SUV approached.
    “What happened to us—er—to you,” Heather said quickly, “your legs…they were so…small. How…how old were you?”
    The monitor gave a single beep as Banks’s pounding footsteps vibrated from the porch. Heather’s face strained. She didn’t want Thirteen to see her reaction if my answer was as horrible as she believed it would be.
    I leveled my gaze to look her in the eye. “I was nine.”
    The front door opened just as Heather raced past me to the small bathroom down the hall. As Thirteen and Banks entered the kitchen, the sound of Heather’s heaves broke through the stunned silence.

Apparently Chang wouldn’t be a regular part of the team anymore. Oh, he’d do research and consultation crap, but Thirteen had approved his request for a “less visible role.”
    It wasn’t like I gave a shit what any of them thought of me. Still, I couldn’t deny the ache at knowing that one of them had officially requested
not
to work with me. I glanced at Theo. Then again, maybe that ache was from something else.
    “So what exactly are we talking about here?” Shane asked Thirteen. “What kind of powers are we looking at?”
    Thirteen turned to me. This was it—what I had agreed to from the beginning. I gulped down my whiskey and swallowed the nagging twinge of memories that threatened to resurface. With a deep inhale, I began.
    “Well, while we each have the same base-level powers, our individual abilities vary. We all have the enhanced strength and speed that most supernaturals have. We each possess a level oftelepathy that allows us to speak to one another mind-to-mind. Uncle Max has the ability of aggressive telepathy, or mind manipulation, and can also perform a mindsweep. Father has telekinesis. Very powerful telekinesis. Malcolm and Markus have both abilities, but to a much lesser degree.”
    “Why do your brothers have both telepathy and telekinesis when Senator Kelch and Magnus only have one or the other?” Jon asked.
    “What Malcolm and Markus can do is nothing compared to Father and Uncle Max. Yeah, they can get in your head a little, or turn on the lights without touching the switch—but Uncle Max can erase your perception of reality, leave you a vegetable. Father can tear your limbs from your body without ever touching you.”
    My responses were practiced, my tone removed. I’d done everything possible to distance myself from the information I was providing. No reason to make this more personal than necessary.
    Unfortunately, some things were just too close. There was no distance great enough to really remove myself from the brutality behind my family’s power.
    “She’s getting stronger.”
    Father’s voice echoed among the rafters. My heart sank to my feet. They hadn’t used this old barn in