Chapter Eighteen
An hour later, I was back in my room. Not having anything else to do, I could only think about what had happened with Kallan.
I ran my fingers over my lips and thought of his lips on mine. I wavered back and forth on how I felt about it. I had used mind control on him, which meant he didn’t do it himself. But the kiss had felt so real. Did he regret it?
I was torn. Part of me wanted to kiss him again, and the other part of me felt very guilty. I was still with Adam. I loved him, and I had kissed another guy. Not only had I cheated, but it had been with someone I didn’t even like. Was I that lonely? Kallan wasn’t my type.
So now I knew my ability. A world of opportunity had arisen, and I stared at a crack in the wall, considering options.
One that kept coming to the front of my mind was to use it on Kallan and make him show me the way out of here. But every time I thought of it, I knew I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t use my ability on him like that. Who else could I use it on? Think, Rylie! Time was running out. I had to find a way out of this place soon before my head was on a platter.
I could control someone else with my mind, which meant if I told Lena to lead me out of here, she would. A smile spread across my face. Time to blow this joint.
I wiggled the doorknob and, within moments, heard it being unlocked.
Lena opened it, a sweet smile on her face. “What’s the matter, Oleander? Do you need something?”
Take me for a walk.
She looked at me strangely. “Oleander?”
Show me the way out. I clenched my fists at my side and willed her to listen to me.
Lena sighed. “Cat got your tongue? What do you want?”
Why wasn’t this working? I tried something simpler. Jump up and down. Nothing happened. Flap your wings. Again, nothing. I fought the urge to scream.
“Okay, then, let me know if there is something you need.” Lena frowned at me as she closed the door.
Frustrated and annoyed, I sat on my bed and pulled my knees up to my chest. Why didn’t it work on her? It would just be fantastic if she was immune like Varwik, or even better if it meant I was defective. Was it possible that my power only worked some of the time? It could be a consequence of living apart from the faery world. That would be just my luck. Mind control that only worked some of the time. Lovely. Maybe it only worked on certain faeries?
After a couple more hours, Lena came in and told me it was time for my walk. I felt like a dog being let out a few times a day. At least I wouldn’t have to look at the same walls for an hour or so.
“Could we go to the kitchen?” I asked.
“What for?” she asked, surprised.
“Just want to see what kind of food is there. Maybe get a snack? I haven’t eaten, and I’m starving.”
She shrugged. “Sure.”
The kitchen was beautiful. It had dark hardwood floors. The countertops were also made of various shades of wood. Three faeries were bustling around. One was kneading bread, another standing over the stove stirring something in a pot, and the last one was mopping the floors.
I walked over to the faery that was mopping the floor and stared at her. Jump, I mentally willed her. Nothing. They were worried about my powers, and I was a dud. Talk about ironic.
“Can I have something to eat?” I asked the woman who was working on the bread. She wiped her hands and hurried over to the refrigerator.
“Would you like a sandwich or something sweet?” she asked. She was an older lady, her curly white hair tucked beneath a plaid kerchief and an apron wrapped around her middle. I assumed she had to be extremely old to have finally aged into middle age.
I’d like to get the hell out of here, I thought bitterly.
Sorry, lass, that’s not possible.
My eyes widened. Did she just talk to me without speaking? Or had I said that out loud?
I’m a mind reader with the ability to share thoughts. She pulled out a plate of ham and set it on the counter, but her eyes never met mine. Speak, child, so the other doesn’t find the silence odd.
“Umm, sure, a sandwich sounds good. Can you put extra mustard on it?” I asked. I was trying to wrap my mind around what was going on. She was a mind reader, but I could read her mind. Wasn’t that strange? I didn’t seem to be able to read anyone else’s mind. She did say she was able to share thoughts, so maybe that was it.
No. Others usually can’t speak back to me. They can just hear my thoughts and respond out loud.
Huh, I thought. The woman handed me the plate, and I walked back towards Lena. So, I could use mind control on Kallan and read the servant’s mind. An idea came to me. Excitement welled up in my chest. I had to find out if what I was thinking was true. If it was…the possibilities were endless.
I saw a small carving knife on the counter and grabbed it. Carefully, I slipped it into the pocket of my dress. “Can we go outside to eat?”
“Of course,” Lena replied and led me out a side door. We walked down a path to a wooden bench.
“Lena, I think I know what my power is.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “Really? What is it?”
“Can I try something on you? It might hurt a little.”
She hesitated. “I guess so. What is it?”
“Give me your hand.” Lena gingerly placed her hand in my left hand. With my right, I reached down and grabbed the knife. Quickly, before she changed her mind, I put a small gash on her palm.
“Ouch! Why did you do that?” She tried to yank her hand back, but I held on to it tightly.
I placed my hand over hers, and I could feel an odd tingling sensation radiate through my hands. I waited a few seconds and removed it. The cut was gone. I was closer to proving my theory was true. If I was right, I could use the ability of a faery I was near. It was like I absorbed what they could do. But only when they were close.
“You’re a healer? That’s it? Well, that’s not very impressive.” She looked down at her hand and back at me.
I shrugged. I wasn’t ready to give up my secret, and technically, I wasn’t lying. I was a healer as long as she was there. “Maybe more will show up. Do faeries have more than one power?”
She looked skeptical. “Not that I know of, but you are obviously a different case because you are marked.”
I ate my sandwich in silence. I wondered how I could use my gift to get me out of here. I was going to have to start learning what other gifts the rest of the household had. With Varwik being immune to abilities, I couldn’t use anything against him, but I might be able to make someone else help me escape.