Sasha went looking for Davis. When she found him, she punched his shoulder – hard.
“You told someone!” She whispered the accusation, but managed to give her whisper the force of an earthquake.
“Told someone what?”
“You told someone about my ta- my magic trick.”
“You weren’t supposed to tell anyone.”
“Why not? It was really cool.”
Sasha buried her face in her hands, frustrated that he couldn’t see how stupid he was being. “Davis, I … it’s dangerous, OK? If people knew what I could to, there’s no telling what they’ll do to me.”
“I’ll tell you: they’ll make you rich and famous.”
“Or they’ll kill me. Or torture me for some twisted scientific experiment, or-”
“You’ve been reading too many comic books.”
“You mean history books? Ever heard of the Salem witch trials? Things never end well for my kind. That’s why we have to keep our talents secret.”
“Then why did you show me?”
“It was a mistake, OK? I forgot you were there.”
“It’s nothing personal, it’s just that it’s bad enough that you know, but this absolutely has to stay between us, OK?”
Davis shrugged. “Sorry, but it’s too late for that. If I were you, I would milk this for all it’s worth.” He walked off, leaving Sasha stunned at his ability to what amounted to leaving her for dead. After a few steps, he turned back and said, “And for the record, humanity isn’t what it was four hundred years ago, so you might want to take that into consideration before you decide we’re all witch hunters.”
To be continued…