Free Unravel Me: The Juliette Chronicles Book 2 by Tahereh Mafi Page B

begin to tell you—”
    He catches himself, swallows hard.
    “That will be a subject,” he says steadily, “for another time. Perhaps just between the two of us. But I am here today because Mr. Kent asked me to be here.”
    I look up. Look at Castle. Look at Adam.
    Adam looks like he wants to run.
    I decide I can’t wait any longer. “You’ve learned something about him,” I say, and it’s less of a question than it is a fact. It’s so obvious. There’s no other reason why Adam would bring Castle here to talk to me.
    Something terrible has already happened. Something terrible is about to happen.
    I can feel it.
    Adam is staring at me now, unblinking, his hands in fists pressed into his thighs. He looks nervous; scared. I don’t know what to do except to stare back at him. I don’t know how to offer him comfort. I don’t even know how to smile right now. I feel like I’m trapped in someone else’s story.
    Castle nods, once, slowly.
    Says, “Yes. Yes, we’ve discovered the very intriguing nature of Mr. Kent’s ability.” He walks toward the wall and leans against it, allowing me a clearer view of Adam. “We believe we now understand why he’s able to touch you, Ms.Ferrars.”
    Adam turns away, presses one of his fists to his mouth.
    His hand looks like it might be shaking but he, at least, seems to be doing better than I am. Because my insides are screaming and my head is on fire and panic is stepping on my throat, suffocating me to death. Bad news offers no returns once received.
    “What is it?” I fix my eyes on the floor and count stones and sounds and cracks and nothing.
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    2, 3, 4
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    2, 3, 4
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    “He . . . can disable things,” Castle says to me.
    5, 6, 7, 8 million times I blink, confused. All my numbers crash to the floor, adding and subtracting and multiplying and dividing. “What?” I ask him.
    This news is wrong. This news doesn’t sound horrible at all.
    “The discovery was quite accidental, actually,” Castle explains. “We weren’t having much luck with any of the tests we’d been running. But then one day I was in the middle of a training exercise, and Mr. Kent was trying to get my attention. He touched my shoulder.”
    Wait for it.
    “And . . . suddenly,” Castle says, pulling in a breath, “I couldn’t perform. It was as if—as if a wire inside of my body had been cut. I felt it right away. He wanted my attention and he inadvertently shut me off in an attempt to redirect my focus. It was unlike anything I’ve ever seen.” He shakes his head. “We’ve now been working with him to see if he can control his ability at will. And,” Castle adds, excited, “we want to see if he can project .
    “You see, Mr. Kent does not need to make contact with the skin—I was wearing my blazer when he touched my arm. So this means he’s already projecting, if only just a little bit. And I believe, with some work, he’ll be able to extend his gift to a greater surface area.”
    I have no idea what that means.
    I try to meet Adam’s eyes; I want him to tell me these things himself but he won’t look up. He won’t speak and I don’t understand. This doesn’t seem like bad news. In fact, it sounds quite good, which can’t be right. I turn to Castle. “So Adam can just make someone else’s power—their gift — whatever it is—he can just make it stop? He can turn it off?”
    “I appears that way, yes.”
    “Have you tested this on anyone else?”
    Castle looks offended. “Of course we have. We’ve tried it on every gifted member at Omega Point.”
    But something isn’t making sense.
    “What about when he arrived?” I ask. “And he was injured? And the girls were able to heal him? Why didn’t he cut off their abilities?”
    “Ah.” Castle nods. Clears his throat. “Yes. Very astute, Ms. Ferrars.” He paces the length of the room. “This . . . is where the explanation gets a little tricky. After much study, we’ve been able to conclude that his ability is