This is actually all I have for this story for now...I'm still workin' the bugs outta it, but I'll update as soon as I can. Bare with me, and I plan on putting Griffin into the next post.
"Did another one bite the dust, Jet?"
Juliet Owens scowled at her sister, "That's not funny, Grace. Not funny at all…though…if he's the one I think he is, the shocker would be if they did kill him."
Grace frowned, "Come again?"
"I think that was Griffin O'Conner," Juliet said.
"And you know this…how?" Grace asked.
"Because when I ran from the job seven years ago, he was the kid they were after," Juliet shrugged. "Kid seems familiar…"
"'Kid'," Grace repeated. "Isn't he a year older than you?"
"Bite me," Juliet said. Then she gave a full body shiver, "Okay…he's gone."
Grace frowned, "Don't Paladins teach you sensitives how to deal with that?"
"I'm sure they do…I just skipped out on a few years worth of lessons," Juliet told her.
"Oh…right…"
Juliet rested her head on the counter, "I hate this. I hate Jumpers—"
"I thought you loved Jumpers…that's why you didn't want to be a Paladin."
Juliet looked back up at her sister, "I don't love Jumpers…I just…don't think they deserve to die, just because of what they can do. I only hate them because every time a Jumper jumps anywhere in town, I can sense it…the closer they are, the worse it is."
"I wonder why that is," Grace said thoughtfully, placing a mug in front of her sister.
"Built in radar…tells how far away the Jumper in relation to where you are," Juliet said, taking a drink from the mug, "Ugh…tea?"
"It's soothing!" Grace frowned at her.
Juliet rolled up her shirt sleeve, "Every single hair is standing on end because of what I can do…tea isn't going to soothe this!"
"Fine…next time I'll hit you over the head with a frying pan," Grace said, rolling her eyes.
"Could you put that in writing?" Juliet asked, resting her head on the counter again.