32. Traps

"It's either an illusion or Jemma is teleporting," Mr. Jordan said.

"No. He's here. My eyes saw it. My ears heard his whisper. Jemma seemed to be taunting me, asking me to find him," Ruby fretted.

"Alright. Calm down first. He might still be around the campus. Let's look for him, or maybe he'll show himself here." Jay let his eyes wander around.

"Aaargh!" I channeled my frustration by grabbing both sides of my hair. As a result, many strands came out of the bonds. My clips came off. "It's my fault I don't have powers ...."

Jay hugged me. "What do you mean? Your powers will come back, don't worry."

"No—" I breathed heavily. This feeling of guilt was hard to explain in words. "I... I doubt it... but they've already come... argh!"

Jay picked up the scrunchie. His hand reached for my palm. I knew his intentions were sincere, but this leg reflexively retreated and avoided his gaze. I don't know. My mixed feelings rejected his attention.

I feel like I'm disappointed in everything, myself. O