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at what I presumed was a very revealing mass of moving light around my head.
    “Are you okay, Lilah?” Lexie asked, her story immediately forgotten. “Because you look—”
    I didn’t let her finish the sentence. “Just driving,” I said, blurting out the first true thing that came to mind.
    “But that doesn’t have anything to do with anything,” Lexie said simply. For someone three years younger than me, she was a little too with it for her own good. Or, for that matter, mine.
    Why, oh why, did I have to carpool with the James family? Trekking all over the school to find Lissy was bad enough, but trying to keep a secret from a thirteen-year-old Truth Seer was a million times worse, especially when that Truth Seer happened to live for finding a way to use her power to (and I quote) “do something really good and Sighty with it.”
    “You look like something’s the matter,” Lexie said, wrinkling her brow at me. “Something is the matter,” she continued, her eyes lighting up as she assessed the truth of her own words. She still got a kick out of using her Sight. According to what she’d told me when she’d very earnestly spilled her heart and all the family secrets, she’d been a late mystical bloomer, and her biggest fear in life had been that she’d be the only female in the history of her family to be Blind. Now that she had True Vision (“the ability to see truth as a visual property”—she’d recited the definition so many times that everyone in the superpower loop knew it by heart), Lexie was determined to use her Sight every chance she got.
    It was almost cute in a way that, at that moment, wasn’t cute at all.
    “I really don’t want to talk about it,” I told her, knowing that she’d see I was telling the truth: I really didn’t want to talk about it.
    “You two never want to talk about anything real with me,” Lexie complained from the backseat, her eyes morose and her voice censuring.
    “Hey,” Lissy said, “leave me out of this.”
    “Is it dangerous?” Lexie asked, completely ignoring her sister. I had to admire her ability to do so without really meaning to. “People are always trying to keep me out of danger.”
    Fresh dirt on an open grave.
    “It’s not dangerous,” I snapped, pushing the image out of my mind and concentrating on the road.
    “Say that again,” Lexie instructed, wrinkling her forehead, completely unaffected by my snapping. Lissy, on the other hand, was glaring at me like I’d tried to permanently disfigure her little sister.
    “Say what again?” I asked.
    “That thing about the danger.”
    Only two more miles to go. How in the world was I going to make it two more miles?
    “It’s not dangerous,” I repeated, hoping against hope that what I was saying was true. Mystery Boy hadn’t looked dangerous, except in a sexy James Dean kind of way. “Though it might be lethal to my social life,” I added.
    In the rearview mirror, I could see Lexie chewing on her bottom lip in deep concentration.
    “I don’t know about the social life part,” she admitted candidly, “but it might be dangerous. I bet you need our help. Does it have something to do with that singing Siren girl?”
    “No,” I said. One more mile. If I could keep her from asking the right questions for one more mile, I would be safe.
    “Lex, it’s probably just ordinary school stuff.” Lissy, who’d suffered more than one Lexie inquisition since her little sister had “found” her Sight, came to my rescue. “There’s nothing supernatural about it. If she doesn’t want to share, maybe you should leave her alone.”
    I was momentarily grateful for Lissy’s leave-her-alone policy until I realized what she’d just said.
    “There’s nothing supernatural about it,” Lexie repeated. “Nothing supernatur…yes, there is!” Her eyes got as wide as saucers, and she stuck her tongue out at Lissy in what I had to admit was a very flattering (and probably overpracticed) way.