“Good,” Angela said. “You’re lucky I….”
She yawned. Her head grew heavy, and keeping her eyes open was an ordeal. The tried fighting it but it was no use. Sleep pulled her under before they’d even made it out of the neighborhood.
Angela felt something poking the side of her head. When she opened her eyes, Leigh withdrew her finger and chuckled. Angela yawned.
“Man, you went out like a light,” Leigh said. “I was almost starting to worry.”
“How long was I asleep?” Angela asked.
“Couple hours,” Leigh replied.
“Only a couple?” Angela said.
“More or less,” she said. “This sort of thing happen a lot?”
“Lately, yeah,” Angela said. “I’ve been trying to… expand my powers, I guess. It takes a lot out of me. But two hours is a big improvement.”
She glanced out the window; the truck was parked in front of Angela’s building.
“Well, I don’t know what you did, exactly,” Leigh said, “but you saved my skin. Thanks.”
“No problem,” Angela said. “I have to admit, it was kind of fun.”
“And now that you’ve got a taste for blood, nothing else will come close,” Leigh said.
“I don’t know if I’d go that far,” she said. “Anyway, I should probably head upstairs. Thanks for the lift.”
“Have a good night, accomplice,” Leigh said.
Angela smiled and climbed out of the truck. She rode the elevator up and hesitated in front of her door. She glanced back over her shoulder. Tommy’s suffering had faded to a dull ache at the back of her chest, but she could still remember how it felt at full strength. She couldn’t imagine how hard it was for a child to deal with that.