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know how rare your type of power is, so get over it,” Noah said teasingly. “Forrest can make copies of objects.”
    “ Any object?”
    He shook his head. “There are size restrictions. I think he said once that it couldn’t be anything larger than a car wheel or something. I don’t remember exactly. He mostly uses it to make replicas of weapons and armor for the Clan.”
    “ Weapons and armor ... for what?”
    “ In case there is ever a war,” Mathias answered.
    “ There’s also Iris … I mean Castus Abbot,” Noah said, seemingly unaffected by the idea of a potential war. “She’s a Telekinetic.”
    “ She can move things with her mind, right?” I said. “I’ve seen that sort of stuff on TV. Is she the only other girl, besides Lydia and Eden?”
    “ She’s one of the few that has stayed over the years. Most of the witches come and go as they please, while others stay until adulthood or they feel fully capable of controlling their abilities.”
    “ The only other witch that’s been around long enough to be worth mentioning would be Castus de Quincey.”
    “ What can he do?” I asked, growing more and more interested and fascinated by the idea of all of these magical gifts I’d always believed were only in books and movies.
    “ He can see the past by touching any object.”
    While I wondered what each of these witches was like, Noah began filling me in on a story about Elijah. He ’d returned once to Haven with his arm mangled and twisted in a way that anyone else would have never recovered from, and how nauseating and yet fascinating it had been watching him rebuild the arm to its former self. It had taken almost a week for him to recover from the exhaustion of so much energy loss, which is another reason why Artemis and Forrest try their hardest to stop him from getting into trouble.
    “ He doesn’t believe in playing it safe. He’d walk straight into oncoming traffic without giving it a second thought if it meant getting somewhere quicker,” Mathias said and shook his head.
    “ That’s crazy,” I said with a gasp. “Wouldn’t he die?”
    “ He very well could. But again, he’s determined that he is immortal. I don’t look forward to the day when he finally discovers that’s far from true.”
    “ Would Eden have a gift like his?” I asked, trying to get the image of Elijah’s twisted arm out of my head.
    “ She’d probably be a healer of some sort, yeah,” Noah answered and leaned back against his pillow. “It usually runs in the family, and both their parents have healing type abilities.”
    “ What about Artemis?” I asked. “What kind of healing does he have?”
    “ He can heal minor wounds and if he exerts himself to his energy’s limit he can do more, but nothing anywhere near what Elijah can do. Of course, Artemis can heal others, while Elijah’s gift is strictly useful only to himself. Artemis can’t save a life or regrow another person’s limbs for them, but he can mend broken bones and such.”
    “ And Castus de Quincey ... his gift sounds incredible. I can’t imagine what it would be like to actually see the past through touching something. I mean, I can see the future ... but the past?”
    Both boys stared at me awkwardly.
    “I know, it’s nothing as ‘cool’ as ripping your arm off and having it grow back, but I think it sounds fascinating,” I said and sat up. “Do either of you know if he’s around?”
    “ I—what?” Mathias glanced up at me, looking disgruntled and surprised. He composed himself and shrugged. “He might be. His room number is twelve, you can check there or the lobby.”
     
    After checking room twelve and getting no answer, I wandered down the corridor leading to the lobby, where I hoped to find someone new to talk to — anyone, really. A brown-haired girl I’d remembered seeing during my first visit to Haven was sitting on the sectional with one leg curled up under her. It was Lydia. Her hair fell in a mess of frizzy curls