Free Revelations by Carrie Lynn Barker

asleep all the while. Another thing my mind is capable of doing is making people sleep. I turned off the lights, made sure the front door was locked, knowing the twins had their keys though it wasn’t like anyone would be out here in the middle of the desert besides us to break into the house, but you never know, and turned off the porch light. A light glowed in the kitchen, and I followed it.
    Hermione was there. I shook my dim head. I thought she was still outside, and she’d startled me. It was two o’clock in the morning after all.
    “Hey,” she said to me in her deep, musical voice. “You should be in bed.”
    “I should?” I said as I sat at the table.
    The tea kettle on the stove whistled softly. Her reaction was to instantly remove it. “Want a cup?”
    I shook my head and yawned. “No. You’re right. I should be in bed.”
    “Jonas said you had a headache.”
    “Yeah,” I said. “When did you talk to Jonas?”
    “Just now,” she said. “You know, you should try some of my teas. Herbal remedies.”
    “No, thanks,” I said. I remembered how horribly I’d been affected by medicines back in Ohio. “Jonas’s still up?”
    “He was a few minutes ago,” Hermione said. She smiled softly. “You two really hit it off, didn’t you?”
    I lifted an eyebrow in response. “Guess,” I said.
    “Did he say anything to you today?”
    “’bout what?” I asked, stifling another yawn.
    “He told me he wasn’t feeling well.”
    My yawning ceased instantly. “He was fine earlier,” I said slowly.
    Hermione did something I usually do; she shrugged. “I told him I’d bring him some tea. Would you rather take it to him?”
    “That’s okay,” I said. “I’m gonna head off to bed.”
    “Okay, dear,” Hermione said. “Sleep well.”
    I said I would and retreated to my room, but sleep was the furthest thing from my mind. Jonas and sick didn’t go together. He told me he’d not been sick since he was five years old when he lived in the desert. My mind began to whirl which meant it began to ache. Though only a dull ache, it managed to keep me awake for most of the night. When the sun began to rise, which I could see out my bedroom window, I felt an itch begin in my hands. I hadn’t healed anything or anyone since healing myself in front of Christian. I hadn’t even tried it out so I couldn’t even be one hundred percent sure the powers in my hands survived the accident that wasn’t, or accident my ass, as Jonas liked to say. I lay in my bed, turned over on my side so I could look out the window, and I watched the skies. Once, during the night, I heard a long, low howl echoing across the desert plains. It didn’t occur to me until much later that howl probably belonged to Alendra. My mind stuck so completely on Jonas.

Chapter Twelve
    The next morning found me still awake and somewhat cranky. A long, hot shower took care of my grumpiness, but I was tired and worried. So the first thing I did was go find Jonas. After getting dressed, that is. I found my man— for that’s what he was— beneath the hood of his white truck. He was shirtless and cursing up a storm.
    “Truck do something wrong?” I asked him as I came to stand beside him.
    He looked up at me, and I saw a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead along with a streak of grease. “What?” he asked.
    “I’ve never heard you curse so much,” I said.
    “Then you’ve never heard me talk,” he growled.
    “Somebody’s in a bad mood,” I said.
    He just snarled back at me.
    “Fine,” I said, “I’ll go back inside.”
    Jonas grabbed my arm. “Nope,” was what he said as he swung me back towards himself. “Besides, I got this bitch started earlier but now she’s being fussy and won’t start again. I’m not going back inside until I get her working.”
    “I don’t think you’ll ever get her working,” I said, thinking of something my father said about his Mustang. I looked around for my chair. “Hey, who took my