Gifted Connections 4 - Page 56

“You’re bull shitting me,” Anna snorted as she handed me my coffee, then Lincoln his.

“Nope,” I said matter-of-factly.

Anna looked at Lincoln, then me suspiciously. “Do they know about each other? Is this like one of those hippy commune things? Because I want in on that!”

I laughed self-consciously and shook my head. “No, it’s not like a hippy commune or anything like that, and yes, they all know about each other.”

“No explanations other than that?” Lincoln asked with simulated casualty.

I buttered the toast that just popped up and turned to look at him with a withering look. I really wish I could push my thoughts to him. I wish I could say. Do you really want to go there? Does she know about the secret you’ve been hiding from her?

His eyes widened for a moment before he said. “She’s well aware of what I am and what I’m capable of doing. She’s gifted too.”

My eyes opened in surprise as Anna gaped at me once more. “You heard me?” I asked in astonishment.

“You’re gifted?” Anna asked simultaneously.

He nodded. His eyes still narrowed on me. “I thought you said you were unable to use your gifts.”

“Yes,” I looked over at Anna before turning back to Lincoln. “I haven’t been able to, and I haven’t tried in a while honestly. Not after I’ve been getting sick.”

“You’ve been getting sick?” Anna asked with genuine concern. “What did you do? Did I miss something?”

“She’s been stealing my gift, and she just talked to me in my head,” Lincoln said, still giving me suspicious looks.

I sighed as I placed the omelet and toast in front of Anna before I started another one in the pan. I wasn’t hungry, but I pretty much already volunteered to cook for Lincoln. “I never stole his gift…” I paused, trying to figure out the best way to navigate the rest of the conversation. I turned and showed her the mark at the nape of my neck hoping she knew what it meant.

Anna gasped. “Shut the front door! She’s your connection,” Anna stated as she looked at Lincoln with accusation in her eyes.

“Don’t tell me you believe her?” he asked in disbelief.

“Why would she lie about something like that?”

Anna snorted.

He gave her a deadpan expression.

Anna sighed. “Okay, okay you’ve encountered some lunatics for sure, but this is Silvermist. I believe her. That’s a mark. I know it.” She slipped up behind me and lifted my hair. Her cold fingers traced the outline of my tattoo. She said with conviction, “She’s your connection.”

Chapter 11

“He still doesn’t believe me,” I stated dejectedly as I climbed into bed between Drake and Jaxson.

“How’d the visit go?” Troy asked as he handed me something that looked like soup and another sealed container.

“Well, I found out Anna is gifted, too. She’s capable of manipulating people’s dreams,” I said as I poked at the thin noodles and beef strips in the soup. “What is this?”

“It’s Pho,” Drake said with amusement. He leaned over toward the nightstand and started adding bean sprouts, green vegetables, sriracha, and some other sauces I couldn’t identify and a squeeze of lime. “It’s a Vietnamese soup.”

I opened my other container and saw the same exact combinations of condiments. I imitated what he just did before taking a tentative bite. I was not disappointed. Not that I expected to be—the guys always introduced me to good food.

“I don’t know what else to say or do,” I muttered miserably. “Anna made him take my number, but I don’t think he’ll be using it. He’s just so…hateful towards me.”

“Did he say or do something to you?” Remy nearly growled.

I thought about him asking me if I wanted a quickie. I shook my head. Remy didn’t need to know that.

I picked up a piece of meat with my chopsticks. “Nothing that you need to rip his head off for, just his attitude towards me.”

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