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Chapter 8

Keefe: Chapter 8 already?? How have I not arrived yet?? And here I thought I was actually important to Sophie Foster...

Sophie: No no it's not!! Ugh, I just met a lot of people before you, that's all

Keefe: 😏

Fitz: Can we read the dang chapter please.

SOPHIE NEEDED TO PASS. SHE WANTED THE proper education Fitz had mentioned. She wanted to learn how the world really worked. So she closed her eyes, trying to relax enough to concentrate.

She reached out with her mind like she had the day before. Bronte's mind felt different from Fitz's—deeper somehow, like she was stretching her mental shadow much further. And when she finally felt his thoughts, they were more like an icy gust than a gentle breeze.

"You're thinking that you're the only one at this table with any common sense," she announced. "And you're tired of watching Kenric stare at Oralie."

Edaline: OH GOSH-

Grady: I was 100% not expecting that in any form or way.

Bronte's jaw fell open and Kenric's face turned as red as his hair. Oralie looked down at her plate, her cheeks flushing pink.

"I take it that's right?" Alden asked, hiding his smile behind his hand.

Bronte nodded, looking angry, chagrined, and incredulous all at the same time. "How can that be? An Ancient mind is almost impenetrable."

Keefe: Yeah, see you aren't the smartest being in the world, sorry to break it to you bro

"The key word in that sentence is 'almost,'" Alden reminded him. "Don't feel bad—she's also breached Fitz's blocking."

Guilt tugged at Sophie's conscience as she watched Fitz flush red. Especially when Bronte grinned and said, "Sounds like Alden's golden boy isn't as infallible as everyone thinks."

Ro: BURN BURN BURN SOMEONE WAS ROASTEDDDDDD

Everyone: *laughing way to hard*

Fitz: It was a terrible idea to come here today, wasn't it?

"It's more likely that Sophie is exceptionally special," Alden corrected. "Fitz also saw her lift more than ten times her weight with telekinesis yesterday."

"You're kidding!" Kenric gasped, recovering from his embarrassment. "At her age? Now that I have to see."

Sophie shrank in her chair. "But . . . I don't know how I did it. It just sort of happened."

"Just relax, Sophie. Why not try something small?" Alden pointed to the crystal goblet in front of her.

That didn't sound too hard—and maybe it was like her telepathy. Another sense she had to learn how to use.

She replayed the accident, remembering the way she'd found the strength deep inside, and pushed it out through her fingers. Could she do that again?

She raised her arm and imagined lifting the goblet with an invisible hand. Nothing happened for a second, and her palms started to sweat. Then something pulled in her stomach, and the glass floated off the table.

Sophie stared at the goblet in wonder. "I did it."

"That's it?" Bronte scoffed, unimpressed.

Grady: Shut up

Edaline: He might be a- a bad person but he's an ancient!! Show some respect, Grady!

Grady: ... respectfully shut up?