Chapter 4 Max's Pov
The little girl was silent, but what she next said made my heart flare. "… What was Jeb afraid of?"
I did not want to answer, but I was going to, anyway. "I can't tell you."
The little girl's eyes narrowed.
My mind spun back to the image of me, anger in my eyes, teeth bared, hands clutching Jeb's throat from his view. I mentally shuddered.
The little girl was gaping at me. "Why did you show him that?" Crap. A telepath. I was in for it. Had she been listening the whole time? "That isn't important! What was he… afraid… of… oh." She stared at me. "Why would he be scared of-"
"Hush," I put a finger to my lips and winked at the girl.
"My name isnt 'little girl' or 'the girl', by the way." She smiled. "I'm Angel."
"Oh! Introductions! I'm Nudge! I chose my name myself! I think it's unique! Really cool! Did you know-"
"And I am Iggy." The pale one spoke up, interrupting the African American girl's ramble.
"I'm Gasman! But you can call me Gazzy!" I didn't even want to look into his background profile.
I looked expectantly at the darkish one. He had been silent the whole time. All he said was, "Fang."
Jeez. He was almost as unemotional as I was.
I paused, looking around at everyone. My mind was driving at one hundred miles a minute. If one of us stayed longer than the others, that would be me. I had an idea.
Uh-oh.