You know the saying: he who doesn't understand history is doomed to repeat it. And when it's repeated, the stakes are doubled.
Pittacus LoreThat's another one of Sandor's rules for hiding in plain sight: always appear to be weaker than I actually am. Never push it.
Pittacus LoreI am an alien, I have extraordinary powers, with more to come, and I can do things that no human would dream of, but I still look like a fool.
Pittacus LoreSo I'm guessing you're Seven and Ten; What can you do?" I say as I find our rifles in the sand and hand each of them a gun. "You can call me Marina," the girl with the brown hair says. "And I can breathe under water and see in the dark and heal the sick and wounded. And I have telekinesis." Call me Ella, I hear ten say in my head. Aside from my telepathy, I can change ages. "Awesome. I'm four, that nut job with the long black hair is nine and the beast is my chimaera, Bernie Kosar.
Pittacus LoreI drop the other Chest to the ground in shock. "What number are you? I'm Four." He squints at me and then offers his hand. "I'm Nine. Good job staying alive, Number Four.
Pittacus LoreI canโt help blushing and looking down at my feet. โIt was nothing.โ โIt was literally everything to me.โ I look up, putting on my best version of Eightโs teasing smile. โIn that case, I think I deserve more than a gross hot dog.โ Eight clasps his hands across his chest like Iโve wounded him. โYouโre right! Iโm a fool to think my life could be traded for a hot dog.โ He grabs my hand and gets down on one knee, pressing his forehead to the back of my hand. โMy savior, what can I ever do to repay you?
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