I’d been home alone for twenty-four hours when Kellan finally showed. He found me in the kitchen, making some food and brewing coffee. My head was bent over the stove, thinking when his voice broke my concentration. “Your powers have increased.”
“What?” I looked up with my hands braced on the counter. He looked so good…too good. I swallowed tightly and kept myself from throwing my body against him, hugging him or doing something worse.
He grinned crookedly, a small smirk, and placed three paper bags on the table. He nodded toward the stove. “You’re not using your hands when you stir that thing. And you’re putting stuff away without even looking. You’re starting to control your power. That’s good.”
Shocked, I looked around and then realized I had been putting away pans, condiments, anyth
