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Sitting beside him on the bench had been too much. He was too much—the way he looked at me, the way he talked like we’ve known each other for years, the way he was so willing to help me…despite the risks to himself.
    I remembered something that Nathan had pointed out, and only now realized how much sense he had made.
    I spun to Micah like an attorney interrogating a witness. “Why would you want to gamble with your own life? We’re supposed to be enemies. I was made to kill you. Wouldn’t it just be easier to get rid of me now, than try to help me and it potentially backfire on you?”
    “I don’t agree with the Kala’s decision to eliminate you,” he said as if that explained everything.
    I shook my head because…it didn’t. Not even close. That was it? That was his reasoning? The look on my face must have portrayed my disbelief, because Micah held up his hands as if offering a truce.
    “Alright. Think about this,” he said. “If we can find a way to stop you from siding with the Skotadi—if you side with the Kala—there will be two of us. Two that the Skotadi can’t touch. They won’t have a chance at winning this war.”
    Now, that was the first thing he’d said all day that made any sense. And was something that I could believe. War tactics. That was something even Nathan could get on board with. And I knew Alec would be game.
    “Actually, there will be three of us,” I said, earning a raised eyebrow from Micah. “Alec’s like me, sort of. They created him before me, a little differently, a little weaker than me, but he’s a super-hybrid too.”
    “And Alec is…”
    “Eyebrow ring, messy hair, green eyes.” I snapped my fingers and pointed to Micah when the ultimate description hit me. “The one that pointed the gun to your head.”
    “Ah.” Micah nodded as it clicked. “And he wants to fight back like you?”
    “Yeah,” I said. “Sometimes he says it’s too late for him, that he’s working on helping me now, but I know he doesn’t want this either.”
    “Why does he think it’s too late for him?”
    I shrugged. “He started developing six months before me.”
    “Has he shown any signs of changing yet?”
    I thought about the glimpse of gold I thought I’d seen in Alec’s eyes earlier. Maybe I hadn’t imagined it? Was it a sign that he was beyond help? If it had been real, it couldn’t be a good sign.
    “No,” I said to Micah, and had to look away when he stared back, like he knew I was hiding something. I’d never been a good liar, but I wasn’t exactly lying. I just didn’t know. I needed to talk to Alec to be sure.
    Fortunately, Micah didn’t push, though I had the sense that he wanted to. Instead, he changed the subject. “Do you know what specialties you have? They start coming in yet?”
    “No, not yet.”
    “Being a prophet, I have the ability to read people’s specialties. I could do that for you, if you’d like,” Micah suggested.
    It was tempting. Really tempting. Waiting around for something to happen had me on edge ninety-nine percent of the time. Knowing what was coming might help alleviate some of the anxiety. That didn’t mean I still wouldn’t dread the moment they came in. Micah couldn’t help me there. Or could he?
    “Can you help me to… ” I trailed off, unable to think of the right words to describe what I was afraid of.
    “Control them?” he offered.
    “Yes!” Control was the perfect word.
    He nodded with a smile. “They’re a little overwhelming at first, but I’ve had some practice. They’re stronger for us when they come in than they are for the others. I can teach you some tricks I’ve learned along the way. No problem.”
    “Thanks,” I said softly.
    “We can start tomorrow,” he finalized with a clap of his hands, as if he were actually looking forward to it. 
    And I suspected that he really was, though I had no idea why. He was really helpful. Far more than I had expected. Again, that little voice in my head