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the Headmistress and keep watch over me. She was one of the few who knew the extent of my abilities, what I was actually capable of. In fact, Janet was one of the only people alive who had seen my powers. She’d been with Mac when he rescued me from the destroyed hotel room that had been the scene of my parents’ deaths.
    When I walked into her office, Janet was standing behind her large oak desk with her back to me. She was tall - close to six feet - and slim. Her reddish-brown hair was streaked with wisps of gray and cut to just above her shoulders. She wore a tailored navy pant suit and the collar of a white oxford shirt peeked out from underneath the jacket.
    “I told him that this was a horrible idea,” she stated, her back still to me, her hands busy with something in front of her.
    “A horrible idea? That might be an understatement.” The anger that had been building since I’d first laid eyes on Donavon was close to boiling completely over. Janet turned to face me, her slim fingers curled around two crystal glasses that were three-quarters full of amber liquid. Her dark green eyes, creased at the edges, radiated concern.
    She held one of the glasses out, in my direction. I walked slowly forward and wrapped both of my small hands around the cool glass, tracing the Agency’s logo engraved on the side of the tumbler. Janet raised her drink in a mock-toast, and I gently clanged my own with hers. I looked down into amber liquid, wishing that I could drown myself in its depths before bringing the cup to my lips. The liquor burned first my tongue, then my throat, and finally my stomach. Draining half the glass, I felt the tension slowly ebb and the anger dissipate.
    I sank into one of the two leather chairs on my side of Janet’s desk. The chair was slick, the liquor had gone instantly to my head, and I nearly slid right off. I scooted all the way back, my feet dangling as they could no longer reach the floor. Meeting Janet’s eyes, I finally managed my first real smile of the day.
    “Better?” she asked.
    “It’s a start,” I admitted.
    “How are you feeling?” she asked, the concern still heavy in her gaze.
    “In general? Or today specifically?”
    “Well, I was asking generally. I can imagine how you’re feeling today,” she laughed, slipping into her desk chair.
    “Generally, pretty good. The seizures are becoming less frequent. I haven’t had one in almost a month, so I guess that’s good news,” I mumbled. Following my return from Nevada, seizures had been a daily occurrence. Medical had worked around the clock to create the equalizer that I now received regularly. Eventually, the seizures had occurred less often, but unfortunately, they haven’t ceased completely. Besides the convulsions and loss of bodily control, the episodes left me extremely tired and mostly bedridden for days afterwards.
    “Good, I’m glad to hear that. And I see you’re up and walking pretty well,” she commented, gesturing to my dangling legs with her drink.
    “Yeah, the physical therapy really helped. It was slow going at first, but I’ve been walking on my own for a couple of months now.” The rehabilitation had helped, but it had also been torture.
    “What’d you make of Dr. Wythe?” she asked with a knowing smile hovering over the rim of her cup. Janet clearly thought as much of therapy as I did.
    “He was okay, for a therapist. He declared me ‘stable’, so that is a step towards me returning to active duty ...I think.” Actually, I wasn’t sure if a “stable” diagnosis was good enough for the placement committee, but since it was good enough for Mac, I was hopeful.
    “It is,” Janet confirmed. “Now we just need to find you a cure and you’ll be back with the Hunters in no time.”
    “Yeah, I just hope that the Committee finds in my favor,” I replied, examining a small scrape in the leather chair with one fingernail.
    “They will. Mac will make sure of it,” she promised. “I’ll make