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“I didn’t mean to try to cheat,” I say, wanting Griffin to know I
would never cheat on purpose. “I know if Coach hadn’t grounded
everyone’s powers, mine would have come out, but that’s not me.
That’s not how I—”
“Come on, Phoebe.” He levels an exasperated stare at me. “You’ve
just realized you have powers. Of course it’s going to take some
training to learn how to control them.” His lips creep into a small
smile. “When I first got my powers I was eight. I zapped my nanny
to the Amazon.”
“But see . . .” I turn to face him. “. . . you’ve had ten years to practice.
How can I expect to control them like you—”
“You won’t,” he says, squeezing me closer. “Not at first.”
I shake my head, overwhelmed by the idea of having powers and
having to learn to control them.
“For a while—maybe even a long while—they’ll be controlled by
your emotions.” He places his hand over mine, lacing our fingers
together. “Like today.”
I turn to face him. “That’s what I’m worried about. I didn’t even
know what I was doing. What if I—”
“You wouldn’t have been driven to using your powers by the
need to prove yourself if I hadn’t let my emotions get the better of
me at tryouts.” He looks out at the water, his cheeks red. “I didn’t
consciously knot your shoelaces, you know.”
“What do you mean?”
He takes my hand and starts rubbing his thumb in little circles
against my palm.
He sighs. “I was so conflicted about my feelings for you—feeling
like I should scare you off because I thought you were a nothos and
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