I put the book back and turned to face him. “You still can.”

He snorted, leaning back against his footboard. “Yeah, I’ll be one heck of a journalist. I can predict the stories before they happen.”

I wanted to say something encouraging. Something like, “Hey, you still can! So what if you might be a supernaturally powered crazy dude!”

But even I couldn’t fake that much pep. “We’ll work it out,” I said.

David looked at me, and there was that expression again, the one he usually got right before he wrote a terrible article about me. “You really believe that, don’t you?”

I walked over to his desk and sat in the chair. “The only alternative is to sit here and whine about it, and I don’t think that’s going to accomplish much. Now. What is it you want to try?”

David rubbed his hands up and down his thighs. “I want to try to have a prophecy.”

Confused, I sat up straighter. “Don’t we need Saylor for that? She’s your battery or whatever.”

David shook his head. “I don’t want her to know about this. And I think . . . I think just the two of us ought to be enough to get some kind of vision. It’s worth a shot, at least.”

I wasn’t exactly opposed to the idea. Some hint of what was coming could be helpful. But I still didn’t get why David was so set against telling Saylor.

He must’ve read that in my face because he sat on his bed, propping his elbows on his knees. “I know I have to trust Saylor again. Eventually. And I will.”

I didn’t know how to answer that, so I just nodded.

“Okay. Let’s prophesize.”

Relief washed over David’s face. “Right.” He sat up, clasping his hands in front of him. “So where should we . . .”

I got out of the chair and attempted to sit as gracefully as I could on the floor. “Here,” I said, holding my hands out.

After a pause, David sat across from me, folding his long legs. But he didn’t take my hands. Instead, he stared at them like he’d never seen hands before. “It probably will only work with Saylor,” he said. “Surely you and I have held hands before. In PE, playing red rover or something. And nothing happened then.”

I thought back, trying to remember if I’d ever held hands with David Stark, but nothing came.

I opened and closed my hands at him. “Maybe we did, but that was before I got all superpowered, so it doesn’t matter. Now come on.”

Still, he sat there, hands clenched in his lap. “We hugged!” he exclaimed, lifting his head. “In your car, when we didn’t die, and the other night, with the soup. We hugged, and I didn’t have some crazy-ass vision.”