[47] The Potential to be Fearful

Thunder roared above us, and lightning struck fear into the ground below us. In the car, I trembled. The place was getting colder and colder, and having a sweater on wasn't changing that.

"I'm turning off the AC," Leith announced, "It's getting too frickin' cold now. How is he even doing that -he's sleeping!"

I turned and saw Celena looking down at Ethan observantly. She let a finger slide softly up his cheek.

"Is he the one doing this or is there another wielder in the area?" I asked, embracing myself.

"It's possible... I mean, I know that wielders have different abilities, but I doubt that his special ability is that he can control storms in his sleep... maybe someone else..." Leith paused, in realization.

"What... what is it?" I wondered.

"It could be..." Leith began.

"-A Seguidore," Celena finished, looking through the glass.