I feel the burn of tears and force them back again. They come too easily these days. Sky is as puzzled as I am, and we’re not the only ones. My mother took several vials of my blood to see if she could identify anything that might be causing my emotional roller-coaster ride. She has a complete laboratory under our house where she does genetic research. I haven’t asked whether she found anything. I don’t think I want to know.
Sky nudges the porch with her toe, and the motion of the swing soothes me as we stare out at the field. “Do you believe everything the Watchers told us?” she asks.
“Not really. They were mistaken about the Dracans’ motives for wanting the artifact. They could have been mistaken about other things, too.”
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