your friend, Dex."
I flushed at her mentioning of him. "That's why he can read minds and make fire."
"Precisely."
"And what about me?" I stared down at my hands in wonder. "I can't do any of the things the others can. I'm not even a real seer." I frowned harder as my brows drew together tight. "My dad is an angel - fallen angel or whatever - and my mom was a Nephilim." My gaze drifted up to hers. "What about me? No one has ever mentioned what happens to people like me."
Sarah expression softened. "That's because people like you don't exist. Not only is it forbidden but near impossible." Her smile grew, lifting her teacup to her lips. "Not completely, obviously. After all, they made you."
"But what does that mean? Will I be able to do any of the stuff everyone else can? Make fire? Read minds?" I listed all the different abilities I could think of off to her and she simply nodded.
"Perhaps. But we won't know until it is time."
I glanced down at the mark on my hand. The one that was almost nonexistent. My dad said he would redo it here, but I hadn't seen him to worry about that conversation just yet. I didn't know if I wanted him to redo it and yet I could barely handle the powers I had. Did I really want more?
Thanking Sarah, I left her rooms with a lot on my mind. It was near lunch time now and though I wasn't quite hungry I knew I should eat something.
When I arrived at the dining hall, it wasn't packed as much as usual. Searching the room, I found a familiar head of red hair.
"Hey," Zephyr gave me one of those little guy jerks of his head as he popped a grape into his mouth. None of the others were there yet. Strange.
"Uh, hey." I slid into a seat next to him because it would be rude not to and began grabbing things off the trays lining the table. After my little session with Sarah, my stomach was a bit wobbly. I choose something light. Something that wouldn't curdle in my stomach later.
"Jell-O huh?"
"What?" I glanced away from the red pile of wiggly gelatin. "Uh, yeah. My stomach doesn't want food today."
Nodding understandingly, Zephyr popped another grape into his mouth. "That's cool. I get like that some days too. You know what helps?" He leaned toward me conspiratorially.
I decided to play along with his game. "What?"
"Don't get involved with teachers."
I jerked back. "What?"
Zephyr smirked, his brows wagging at me. "Don't pretend like something's not going on with you two."
"There isn't." I shifted, stabbing my jello with my spoon.
"Then it must have been someone else I saw getting handsy with teacher when they were supposed to be in class a few days ago." He chuckled and shook his head, sticking his fork into the pile of potato salad before shoving it into his mouth.
"That was...nothing." I ended lamely and then my shoulders bunched up. "What's it to you anyway?"
Shaking his head once more, his face clearly laughing at me. "No reason. No reason at all. Just..." he continued as if he hadn't just said he didn't care. "Be careful. He's different. Not like the rest of us."
My fingers curled around the handle of my spoon tightly. "Different how?"
"You know," Zephyr muttered through a mouthful of food. "He's got two Nephilim parents." He frowned with concern. "I doubt there's much human in him anywhere. Probably why the girls all fawn over him so much."
"What's so wrong with that?" My words having more of a bite than I meant for it too.
"Nothing. I just -" "And you know what? It sounds like you're just jealous." I snapped at him before he could defend himself more. "And besides that, there are plenty who would say I'm different too." I jumped to my feet, suddenly not hungry at all. "And what do you know about it anyway?"
I turned on my heel and stalked out of the dining hall. On my way out, I practically ran into Ayden and the others
"Hey, Elle." She smiled at me and then frowned when she saw my face. "Hey guys, I'll catch up." When they were gone, she shifted closer but didn't touch me. "Uh, what's up?"
"Nothing." I shifted my face to the side and then huffed. Why was I angry? I didn't know Dex. For all I knew Zephyr had been right. Still, I didn't like the way he talked about