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âThere are?â Confusion crossed Victoriaâs face, bringing her eyebrows and corners of her mouth downward. She wasnât even sure if she wanted the spirits to go away. Not entirely anyway. But definitely when she was sleeping. âSo whatâs your thing then? Power detection?â A smile grew on her face as she joked.Â
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âPff, I wish. No. Itâs something way lamer.â As much as Blake was annoyed by the fact that her power wasnât something more badass, she wasnât ashamed of it. In her view, it was just proof that she was too badass a person, and that the universe had to balance her out with a lame power. âBut my power isnât something I can turn off. Itâs always there. So I had to learn ways to make it less, like, in your face, you know?â She paused, and then recognized that sheâd need to clarify. âNot literally in your face but like--in my head in a bad way, you know?â













