Chapter 29: Graeme Rhys
The group froze as one of the dark hooded figures cackled.
Sophie took a shaky step forward, her hands clenched.
"What did you do to Tam and Dex?"
The figure laughed again. "They're safe, just...not safe. They are useful, though. Don't you worry your pretty little head."
Don't you worry your pretty little head.
Don't.
She couldn't just not do something.
You.
It wasn't just her on this mission.
Worry.
All she could do was worry.
Your.
Nothing is mine, you took it all.
Pretty.
I'm not pretty, you know it.
Little.
I'm not little, I am strong .
Head.
The head that you would like to chop off with that amazing sword in the stone? The one that killed Mr. Forkle?
Wouldn't it be ironic if one day I used that sword to chop of your pretty little head?
Everything in that sentence was wrong.
"Shut up, Gethen." Sophie said, and Gethen cackled again. But he stepped back, making way for something much, much worse.
"Sophie Foster," the cool voice drawled.
"That would be me."
"Yes...can I tell you secret?"
The edges of the voice were rougher now.
"Sure."
"You...have a new ability."
Sophie took a step back, and glanced at Fitz. Could they know about Enhancer or Animalay?
"I triggered it."
Sophie let out a exhale of relief. But she sucked it back in when she processed the sentence.
"What?"
"You...can control time."