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that gives me a right to get pissed. You weren’t in my house. You lied about where you were so I’d work with you. Again. You’re always lying to me to get what you want.”
    “Ah.” He looks away, staring at nothing, then adjusts the buttons of his jacket. “Now I know when you are. That explains why you’re here now.”
    “What does that mean?”  
    “You have work to do.” He purses his lips and strokes his tie, fingertips fumbling with the singed end. He flicks his fingers in distaste, brushing them together. “I cannot convince you otherwise, so arguing this point with you is fruitless. Good day.” He strides to the door and I hurl yellow lightning, blocking his exit and furious that he’s going to walk out without giving me a single damn answer. The yellow expands to fill the door and pushes him back a few steps.
    “I’m not done with you yet.”
    “While you may not have pressing matters demanding your attention, I do.” He strokes the edge of his right lapel. Bastard is trying to get rid of me.   “Like resetting the system to track your sister. Please remove your illegal lightning so I may return to my work.”
    I laugh bitterly. “Work. That’s a good one. What is it you do here, Ilif? Really do?” I step to the window and watch people walk past, stare down the end of the hallway toward the lab.
    The lab. The lab that has been the bane of my entire existence. The lab where he lost my grandfather. The lab where he trapped Penya. The lab she snuck in to. The lab where he had to rewrite code to match my uniqueness. The lab where that uniqueness couldn’t track my little sister. Whether I want to admit it or not, a good portion of my existence is wrapped up in this lab. And I’ve willingly played into his hands, allowing him to bring my family and an entire new generation into the workings of this lab. I’ve foolishly done it without knowing the truth of what he does here and what he wants all Nikola’s patents for and who’s paying for all of this. He’s told me it’s privately funded now, but by who?
    More questions. There are always more questions where he’s concerned. Never answers. Never the truth.
    “I do meaningful work here, Evy. Good work. Work that is beyond your comprehension. Now leave me to it.”
    “Meaningful. Is that what you thought when you were working with Penya? The two of you are probably all cozy again, aren’t you? The past issues you’ve had with her were probably nothing more than a lover’s spat. Lie about that, too?”
    He spins and rushes me. “I was there, god dammit! Your neighbor showed me around your house. He was quite concern—”
    “STOP LYING!” A rainbow of colored lightning erupts throughout the room, canceling each other out before I blow us all to smithereens. “I just saw Steinaman. It wasn’t you. You weren’t THERE!”
    “Gray hair, walks with a limp, knows everything about you!”
    “Nice guess. You’re wrong!” His description soaks into my brain and my anger stutters. Before I can recover, he rotates the button on his left sleeve and I freeze.   “Why did you do that?” I point a shaking finger at his arm.
    He drags a disgusted look down my outfit and sniffs. “Not everyone finds it appropriate to clothe themselves in head to toe leather, scuffed and dirtied from whatever trip you’ve returned from. I prefer to keep my jacket tidy.”
    “That one. Why did you touch that one!” I can’t handle one more second of his lies. Left is truth. It’s taken me all this time to figure it out, but it’s the best tell he has. There’s no way he’d know that I’d figured it out just now. No way he’d know to fake it. That’s the beauty of a tell, the person doesn’t know they do it.
    Except now I’ve told him.
    He runs his fingertips down the knife-edge crease of his left sleeve. “I don’t understand.”
    I close my eyes and take a step back. I’m trembling head to toe and there’s a chill at the top of my scalp that