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Dressed for the day in tan pants, burgundy shirt and loafers, Remy looked like he d been awake for hours. On the other hand, Sykes must have just
rolled out of bed. His hair was a mess, his T-shirt wrinkled and his flip flops mismatched. But they both wore worried expressions.
 We stopped by the HQ. The security team confirmed that Moira and your grandfather didn t return during the night, Remy said.  But that doesn t
mean that something is wrong.
I wrapped my arms around me and rocked, my worries increasing.  I don t know. I have a bad feeling about this.
Sykes gripped my shoulders and guided me to a couch.  Sit. Nothing s happened to them. We re talking about your grandfather here, okay? The
man is a legend. And Moira& Moira is the most ferocious of all the Cardinals. Together, they re an unbeatable. There s a perfectly good
explanation as to why they re not back.
 Have you eaten breakfast? Remy asked.
I shook my head.  I m not hungry.
 You ll be. Do you mind if I make something here?
I shrugged.  Go ahead. As he took inventory of the food in our fridge, I stared into space and imagined the worst. Grampa had better be okay. If
something were to happen to him, I wouldn t know what to do.
 Hey& hey, no tears, Sykes said and came to sit beside me. He gripped my shoulder and looked into my eyes.  They re okay, so stop this.
I hadn t realized I was crying until he mentioned it. Annoyed with myself, I swiped at my cheeks and jumped to my feet.  Excuse me.
Before either of them could protest, I disappeared into my bedroom, closed the door and plopped on top of my bed. The tears kept flowing. After
while, sounds filtered through my door and penetrated my psyche Sykes and Remy s voices, spoon scraping the bottom of a pan. The scents of
eggs and bacon hung in the air. I looked at my watch and sighed. I had fifteen minutes to make it to the dojo. I needed to stop feeling sorry for
myself and be strong. Grampa would expect it.
I sat up, took one look at my reflection in the closet mirror and grimaced. My eyes were red and my hair was a mess. I left my bedroom and headed
straight to the bathroom to fix myself up. When I rejoined the guys, my eyes widened at the three plates heaped with scrambled eggs, crisp bacon
and golden-brown toasts. Sliced bananas and pears were on a plate in the middle of the table along with three sets of utensils and folded paper
towel. Salt, pepper and strawberry jelly were to the side.
 Wow, Remy. This is amazing. You can cook.
He grinned and gave a bow.  I try.
Sykes chuckled.  Try? Please. You should come to our place for dinner sometimes. He picked up a plate and a fork then went back to the couch.  If
he weren t so good at manipulating solids, he d be a chef.
 I am a chef, bro. He pointed at the seat of the kitchenette table and sat across from me.  Dig in.
The eggs were fluffy and the bacon cooked to perfection. I scooped a blob of jelly and spread it on my toast. No one spoke until we were done
eating.  That was good. Do you cook a lot?
 Yeah. I like to try new recipes.
 And what does he do? I slanted my head toward Sykes, who was sprawled on the couch with his empty plate on his chest.
 I clean, which is not fun. He uses way too many pots and pans. Sykes checked at his watch and added,  Are you still planning on going to the dojo
at ten?
My eyes widened at the time, and I jumped up. Within seconds, I was armed with my truck key and bag.  Thanks. I d still be freaking out if it weren t
for you guys.
Sykes faked a sniffle.  She s going to make me cry.
I rolled my eyes at his goofy act.  Shut up. I ve got to run. Feel free to hang out here if you want. I ll see you later.
I ran out the door to the truck and drove like a maniac. Mrs. Deveraux was already waiting when I arrived at the dojo. She d pushed the foam blocks
along the walls and placed two lawn chairs on the opposite sides of the room.
 Sit. She patted the yoga mat on the gym mat.
As usual, we started with the breathing exercise. She stopped twice to ask me what was wrong. I just shook my head.
 To teleport anywhere, you need a mental image of where you re going to land. It can be a picture or a memory of a place you ve been before. If you
don t do that, you end up hitting things or people. I want you to sit on that, she pointed at the chair to our left,  focus on the other one and will yourself
there.
Nothing happened. I tried again and again, Mrs. D s soothing voice in the background urging me to relax. Getting frustrated, I gave it one last
attempt.
I almost got it. I banged my forehead against the opposite wall, landed on the arm of the other chair and lost my balance. Second time, same thing
happened. After the third time, I started to get pissed.
 Argh! I don t get it. How can I stop omnis and yet can t master this?
Mrs. D sighed.  You might want to try it with your eyes open, dear. And you are too tense. Relax. Let the need fill you.
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