Madam's eyes darkened faintly.
Aire's heartbeat quickened again. The room suddenly felt suffocating. "What dream?" she whispered.
Madam did not answer. Instead, she stepped closer slowly. Her gaze searched Aire's face carefully now.
Fear curled deeper into Aire's chest.
Madam spoke. "Have you been completely honest with me?" she asked quietly.
The question hit harder than it should have.
Aire froze.
For one horrible second, every secret she had buried clawed violently toward the surface of her tongue, ready to let lose.
The room suddenly felt too warm.
Aire's throat tightened painfully. Her tongue betrayed her instantly. "I can move things without touching them." She began, and the words echoed loudly inside her head.
Madam's face changed immediately.
Aire could suddenly see the horror, and fear clearly.
"I lifted a couch tonight," Aire confessed. "I wanted to throw it at Nate to get him off me."
Madam stepped backward immediately. Her eyes widened slowly.
