The Diviner

“I honestly thought it would be flashier than this,” he said, letting himself into the room.

“It has what I need,” Katie replied. “How did you get here?”

“Easy. I’m superman.”

Katie rolled her eyes. “I’m just going to assume that you used some sort of device…?”

“What’s up with you and strange devices? First, it’s the fire…now it’s, what, a jetpack?”

Katie sighed, looking more exasperated than earlier that evening. “Did you come here to mock me?”

“Actually, no,” Ryle pulled back Katie’s study table chair and sat, crossing his legs like he meant business. “I’m actually here to ask for your help.”

Katie tilted her head. What could she possibly do to help these people who apparently have gods for parents? “Why?”

“You’re a diviner,” he said with a tone that hinted he may be feeling uncomfortable about it. “And judging by what Marielle said; a damn talented one at that.”

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