Julia's expression is lost again. She's thinking about something, conjuring a plan. Her eyes are caressing me with their usual light, but her lips are curled in a cruel grin.
«Your blood is really something else,» I say before she can proceed with whatever wicked decisions.
I haven't finished studying her strength and reflexes. Nor my own, yet.
We can kiss later if she's aiming at that.
«My blood?» she murmurs. «Weren't you strong and powerful before?»
«Not like this. Everything feels easier. And I have to control my movements... Ah, I noticed two nights ago, I can jump higher and farther. And my strength has improved too. If I don't consciously pay attention, I risk hurting people.» And destroying walls.
It's better to keep it secret that it was her brother that helped me find out about all of this. First, while running after him. The second time, when he wanted to kill me.
