Gifted Connections: Book 2(64)

“I’ll say it’s a 50/50 chance,” Collin said with self-deprecation.

I looked warily at the two of them. Wondering how they were able to still be civil towards each other. Especially Drake.

I was even more shocked when Drake leaned his head back and laughed.





Chapter 17


Dinner was a success, and I could honestly say I thought the Knights chosen for us seemed to fit in well, apart from two of them. Ned seemed reluctant to have to be detailed with caring for the children. He was obviously fresh out of school and felt it beneath him to be a glorified babysitter. He seemed bitter that he wasn’t out in the thick of the ‘real’ action. He had become accustomed to it. Since he was the newest member on his team though, his supervisor was the one calling the shots. His supervisor, Terrance, tasked him with the children along with Michael.

Dawn was the other Knight I didn’t care for and there was no obvious reason. She was going to be with Jemmy, Rachel, and Jaxson. I never thought I was a jealous type of person, or easily intimidated, but she was a tall, well built, female. She seemed too familiar with the guys, Remy in particular. I didn’t like her knowing glances and secret smiles she kept throwing his way, and I hadn’t missed the glances the guys kept throwing each other.

By dessert I had seen enough.

“Are you hooking up with her?” I projected to Remy.

He looked at me and shook his head.

“But you have?” I questioned.

He nodded.

“No more,” I stated firmly. “I am your connected. Not anyone else.”

I remember when I first found out about my connections. I had been understanding to the guys’ situations. Some of them had been seeing or dating their girls for years. I had thought it was selfish for me to have my cake and eat it too. How was I supposed to expect them to be with me and only me, when I had all 6 of them? Since time had went back, I realized the error of my ways. I wouldn’t be sharing any longer. No girls were coming between us ever again. Even if, and it was a huge if, Rose was carrying Drake’s baby, I could be mature enough to allow them to have a decent relationship for the sake of the child, along as they never crossed certain boundaries.

Remy raised an eyebrow, grinned, and then nodded. He almost seemed to relax after our ‘conversation.’



Another plus to our dinner was Steven, Cora, and Beth had brought their new ward, Patrick. Patrick was the 12 year-old boy who drew pictures that came true in dreams. His parents had been contacted and they seemed reluctant to bring him back home, especially with three younger children at home. They weren’t gifted and had no clue that he didn’t suffer from a freaky mental disorder. They were relieved when they found a family willing to help him with his ‘disorder.’

Since her revelation, Beth seemed to have a change of heart where children were concerned. She was finally receptive to taking other children into her house. Now that we were aware of Horatio’s activities, we knew the possibility of an influx of children were a huge probability.

Will had a meeting with all his trusted friends and asked them to consider opening their homes to the children, especially since the normal families that took them in, were full. Some of the families had three or four children on top of their own, and although he thought they were perfectly capable of caring for them, he didn’t want to stretch them thin.

Patrick seemed somewhat disgruntled by his parents’ decision, but he also seemed more confident in his abilities. He was thriving under Beth, Steven, and Cora’s care. He seemed reassured that he wasn’t a freak and that there were so many other people out there like him. He and Micah clicked right away, and we could tell they were going to be fast friends.

“Patrick,” Jace said as we were getting ready to eat our cake. The younger children had already run off to swim in the pool. “Do you think you can teach someone how to draw?”

Patrick squirmed for a moment before he looked over at Beth. She nodded slightly. “I don’t want to draw dreadful things anymore,” he finally mumbled.

“Patrick,” Steven said slowly. “We’ve discussed this. The things you draw isn’t coming from your imagination. They come from things that have happened. Terrible things that other people have done. If we work on it maybe we can figure out if the drawings and dreams can help others.”

Cora sighed as she looked at us. “He showed us one of his drawings. The police closed the case thinking it was a murder suicide. Patrick drew another man in the mirror. It was clear that he was also at the scene of the crime. We don’t think it was a murder suicide.” She reached over and hugged Patrick. “You have an amazing gift, even if it doesn’t seem like it. You can help so many people with it. What did you have in mind?” she turned to Jace.

I know I wasn’t the only one surprised by this revelation. I was still new to the gifted community. There was a lot of gifts I had never even thought was possible, but people like Patrick proved me wrong.

“As you know, Ella is a precog. She’s having these dreams, but no way to express them. Accept for with words. I was thinking if she knew how to draw, maybe she can draw her premonitions. She can add details that she’s incapable of communicating,” Jace stated as he took a bite of his chocolate cake.

“That’s a wonderful idea,” Will said clapping his hands. “Do you think you can teach Ella how to draw?”