3.1
Chapter 3: Concessions To the Administration
Part 1
For a few moments we were just looking at one another. Me at my glowing lab partner, her at my face.
Her aura was very... enchanting. Literally. I didn't mean it was cute or attractive but rather that it was giving off the energy of supernatural enchantment.
Which I knew because my absolute understanding of all things arcane filled me in on just what that was supposed to look like under my 'Detect magic' power.
Which meant I was using my detect magic power.
Which meant my eyes were probably glowing like little candle fames.
"Oh sh-" I cussed as I closed my eyes.
Fortunately I did the latter first. I had no idea how many eyes I'd bring down on me with that exclamation otherwise.
I didn't think I said it loud, but holy-
A hand clamped down on my wrist.
"Just follow my lead!" Taylor's voice hissed. "Keep your eyes closed!"
What?
"Can you make it stop?" she asked quickly.
Could I? Maybe the power's duration was based on my concentration. If I just stopped...
A light switch flicked, and the auras went away.
I opened one of eyes a crack bringing a hand up to cover the side.
She was looking right at me with a scrutinizing intensity. "They stopped."
I exhaled a breath of relief, face flush from fear and embarrassment.
That... had to be the most embarrassing way to out myself I could think of.
And I'd only had my powers for three days now. Shit, I was a goner wasn't I?
"I..." I didn't know what to say. Apologize? Thank her? Beg her not to tell anyone?
Threaten her?
That seemed like a bad idea. Her aura was pretty powerf-
Holy crap Taylor was a cape!
The fear was back like a lighting bolt.
Taylor was a cape. Holy crap.
Tall, female, young. Wigs and costumes could cover a lot but that didn't leave a lot of range on just who she could be: Shadow Stalker, a former vigilante brought into the wards, Parian, a parahuman businesswoman who ran a clothing shop, and...
Rune.