Flashback ( PDFDrive )

chance to top the Great Gulon Incident—or try, at least, since nothing
will ever top that kind of genius?”
It said something that she was too tired to ask him about his
infamous prank.
“Believe me,” she told him. “No one wants out of here more than I
do. But I’m not going to risk undoing the progress I’ve made on my
arm—not after everything I’ve gone through to get this far.”
His eyes met hers—some sort of staring contest.
And she didn’t blink.
“Ugh. Fine, we can hold off the late-night exploring—for now. But
I’m still super disappointed in you, Foster. You’ve got the Fitzster
passed out cold right there. And you know Elwin would be down with
sneaking him a few funky elixirs. You could be giving him hairy feet
and purple freckles and pretty pink ringlets. But what have you been
doing instead?”
He snatched the knotted piece of extra bandage from her lap and
held it up by the corner, like it was some icky dead thing. “Do I want
to know why I found you staring at this like it holds the secrets of the
universe?”
“It’s called trying to improve my telekinesis,” she grumbled,
reaching for the scrap—but of course Keefe raised his arm and
dangled it just out of her reach. And he was too far away to punch.
“Why would you need to improve that?” he asked. “Need I remind
you that you’re the Ultimate Splotching Champion? Also the Girl Who
Dropped Bronte on His Grumpy Butt—which you should be bragging
about more, by the way. Why isn’t that embroidered across all of your
Foxfire uniforms?”