abilities because of her. He had probably pulled away because he resented her.
The dam burst. Anger bubbled up in her.
The tinkling vibration from earlier grew in intensity.
Smash!
Selah spun to face the noise.
Her glass vase lay in pieces at the base of the photo-plate cell wall, water dripping down the image of an ocean wave.
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S elah carefully gathered the shards of glass and deposited them in the waste chute. She turned to survey the area again. How did the vase travel six feet across an open space to smash into the wall? She gathered the scattered, broken flowers and added them to the trash. Another beloved thing lost.
Her ComLink vibrated. Trevaâs icon flashed green.
Selah bit her lip and answered. Trevaâs frantic face popped onto the screen.
âWhat in the world is going on? I felt such a mental rush from you it nearly drove me to the deck as I was getting on the shuttle. I must say, having an educator stumbling around looking drunk is not a desirable characteristic.â
Selah looked at her friend with wide eyes. âIâm sorry. Itâs my fault! Iâm mad, hurt, and scared all at the same time. My family, Bodhi, even my beautiful cornflowersââ
âStop! I donât want to know about them. I want to know about you! What was that? You sent so much energy at me it felt like an explosion.â
âI-I donât know. All I remember is a flash . . . and my flowers exploded against the wall.â Selah blinked a few times. Light-headedness overtook her for a second, then subsided.
Treva tipped her head to the side. âHow did your flowers get destroyed? In a flash, like lightning or something?â
âNo . . . yes . . . maybe . . . I think the flash was only in my head. But the vase smashed against a wall six feet from my desk.â
âThis is not good. Have you noticed any other changes, vibrations in your extremities, shifts or rippling in your vision, or anything like a blackout?â
âJust the flashes, and the return of the tremors. And my head lightening, like Iâm floating on a wave.â She shuddered, then frowned. Where did the shudder come from? âDo you think I should report this to Glade?â
âNo! You listen to me very carefully. Weâre going to keep this to ourselves for the time being. Do you hear me? No one gets to know about this, not Glade, or Bodhi.â
Selah frowned. âWhat are you worried about?â
âItâs just intuition. Too many people are leaving us in the dark about what abilities and functions a novarium is supposed to manifest. I donât think we should be sharing your progress.â
âI know youâre right, but Iâm a jumble of raw emotions. I feel a little crazy sometimes. My head is trying to go in ten directions at one time.â A flash burst before her eyes. Selah blinked and squinted. Her heart thumped rapidly.
âWhoa, I felt that! Are you all right?â
âYeah, I think so. Just these strange lights keep popping up.â Her heart rate subsided.
âI need to study this, and you need a rest from all these distractions. Are you sure I canât talk you into coming with me and Cleon? Weâre taking a wagon in case Cleon spots any interesting vegetation and wants to gather samples. Thereâs plenty of room to bring your navigator for security, and the ride will give you time to relax.â
Selah glowered. She didnât want security following her everywhere she went. That was why she had a trainer. Her new speed and agility made her competent to take care of herself. âJaenen Malik is busy looking for my mother. I donât need security. Iâm beginning to think it was just a coincidence that we talked about security in Baltimore and then I needed it. I havenât so much as had anyone look at me funny since Iâve been here.â
âSo then youâll come?â
âI donât think
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