Of all the things she could've said... A dry laugh passes through my lips. With my free hand, I let my fingers flutter under her nearest wrist, coming to a rest under her pulse point and finding comfort in the steady rhythm.

"I probably should," I agree, though I doubt it's what she meant. This part doesn't come easy. Once upon a time, it did, but I've since learned to be more careful about revealing my identity -- precautions that were too little, too late, arguably. Not that that stopped me.

"Ellen, your home... Did anyone have abilities, powers?"