Knowing one of Onyx’s secrets was definitely turning out to be a lot more fun than I had thought it would be. There was something that made my chest flutter with excitement every time I saw him on the news now, because I knew something the rest of the world didn’t. Nearly a week had passed since that night. Since I had heard his voice, but I still couldn’t get it out of my mind.
“So who else knows your secret?” I had asked him, to which I received a look of confusion. “Your kryptonite or whatever,” I said, referring to Superman’s weakness, not willing to embarrass myself once again as I stumbled over the word. He gave me a smirk telling me he had me all figured out.
“Monazite,” he corrected me once more. “Surprised you’re actually paying attention to the movie though, see there’s somet
