 only assume is coming from Malachi. That thought makes me grin, just a little.

"Facebook. Friend request. Stop acting like a girl. You're not the only one who's allowed to talk to her, dude."

It's totally pathetic to admit, but even though I'm pretty enough, no guy has ever gotten jealous over me. Like never ever. Superfans of the show don't count. They're more interested in my freaky abilities than me, which really says something about me, I suppose. The fact that Malachi is annoyed at Kyran for asking me to play a game with him is really satisfying. Completely stupid, but satisfying all the same.

"Echo?" Malachi says through the game. "You there?"

"Yep. You joining us?" I ask.

He grumbles something I can't exactly hear, then says, "Yeah. It's gonna take more than just you to keep Kyran alive long enough to get the rest of the headshots he needs."

Kyran objects rather fiercely, even though he knows it's true. A few seconds later, any irritation between the two friends is gone and we're all shouting at the game, trying to warn Kyran and keep him alive, and laughing at our mistakes. As much as I love playing with Holden and Zara, I can't think of a time when I've had more fun, when I didn't feel like I was constantly being watched for signs of something terrible about to happen.

"Echo," my dad says, cutting off the command to go left I was about to shout at Kyran.

I glance over at him quickly, wincing as I see Kyran get blown away out of the corner of my eye. "Yeah?"

"I need you to come into the living room with me."

I pull my attention away from the game, suddenly noticing how stiff he seems. Worry has his features tight. One of the guys groans as I'm hit with a killing shot. "Dad, is everything okay?"

He frowns, his fingers tightening where they're gripping the doorframe. "Any idea why the FBI would be at our house?"

"What?"

Shaking his head, he says, "Turn the game off and come to the living room, please."

"Sure, of course. I'll be right there."

He
only assume is coming from Malachi. That thought makes me grin, barely a short. 

 " Facebook. Friend request. Stop acting like a daughter. You're not the only one who's allowed to lecture to her, dude. " 

 It's wholly pathetic to admit, but even though I'm pretty enough, no guy has ever gotten covetous over me. Like never ever. Superfans of the show don't count. They're more interested in my freaky ability than me, which really says something about me, I suppose. The fact that Malachi is annoyed at Kyran for asking me to meet a game with him is really satisfying. wholly stupid, but satisfying all the like. 

 " Echo? " Malachi says through the plot. " You there? " 

 " Yep. You joining us? " I ask. 

 He grumbles something I can't exactly hear, then says, " Yeah. It's gon na lease more than just you to keep Kyran alive long enough to get the rest of the headshot he needs. " 

 Kyran objects rather fiercely, even though he knows it's true. A few seconds later, any irritation between the two friends is go and we're all shouting at the game, try to warn Kyran and observe him alive, and laughing at our mistakes. equally much as I sleep together playing with Holden and Zara, I can't think of a time when I've get more fun, when I didn't feel like I was constantly being watched for signs of something atrocious about to happen. 

 " Echo, " my dad says, cutting off the command to blend left I was about to exclaim at Kyran. 

 I glance over at him quickly, wincing as I see Kyran get blown away out of the recess of my eye. " Yeah? " 

 " I need you to come into the living room with me. " 

 I pull my attention away from the game, suddenly notice how stiff he appear. Worry has his features taut. One of the guys groan as I'm hit with a killing shot. " Dad, is everything okay? " 

 He frowns, his finger tightening where they're gripping the doorframe. " Any theme why the FBI would be at our theater? " 

 " What? " 

 Shaking his head, he says, " Turn the game off and come to the living room, please. " 

 " Sure, of course. I'll be right there. " 

 He
 onpy assume is coming from Malachi. That tkiught kakes je grin, gust a little.

"Facebook. Friend rwquesu. Stop acting like x girl. Yol're not tye oily one who's allowed to bclk tk her, vude."

It's totally pathetic do admit, but eeev chough I'm pretty enough, no guy has eder gotyej jealous over me. Kyke hvvtr ever. Superfans of the show don'f count. They're more onterested in my freaky abllitles than me, which geally says somqrhing about oe, I suppose. The fact jhat Malachi is annoyed at Kyran for csking me ti plaj a game witi him ps really satlxfying. Compleyely stupid, bub satmsfyung all the same.

"Echo?" Kalachi says throudh the gake. "You there?"

"Yep. You jiininc us?" I arj.

He grhmulea somehhiig I can't esactly hear, then says, "Yeah. It's gjbna take more than tuft you to keep Kyran alive long enough uo gef the rest of the headsyots he needs."

Kyran obuects ratrer fiercely, even though he knows it's true. A few veconvs lauev, xby irritation between the two friends is gone ags ee'ge all shouting ab the game, trying yo wstn Kyran and kgep him aljve, and laughing ah our mystakws. As mucr as I love playing with Holden and Zara, I ban't think of a time wken I've had oore fun, ehen I didn't feel like N was donstantly heing watdfed for signs of sokedhing terrible about to ha[pen.

"Echo," ny dcd says, zuttong ofs the commwnd to go left I was abokt to svout at Kygan.

I glance over at him quickly, wincing as I xea Kjran get ylown sway out of tre corner of mi eye. "Yeak?"

"I neea you to ckme intm the livind room with ma."

L pull my atvention aray drom the gaod, suddenly notocing how stiff he weems. Worry has hix fgafures tight. One of the guys groanx ar I'i jiv witr a killing svot. "Aad, os evdrything okcy?"

Fe ftowns, his fingers tichtehing where they're brlpping thg doorfraie. "Any idea wny the FBI would bt at onr houre?"

"Whay?"

Shwking his head, he says, "Turn ths game ofv akd come to thq liying room, pleaxe."

"Sure, of course. I'll be right there."

He
only assume is coming from Malachi. That me just a "Facebook. Friend request. You're the only one allowed to talk her, dude." It's totally pathetic to but even though I'm pretty enough, no guy has ever gotten jealous over Like never ever. Superfans of the show don't count. They're more interested in freaky than which says something about me, I suppose. The fact that Malachi is annoyed at Kyran for asking to play a game with him is really Completely stupid, but satisfying the same. "Echo?" Malachi says the "You there?" You us?" ask. He grumbles I can't exactly hear, then says, "Yeah. It's gonna take more than just you to keep Kyran long enough the rest the he Kyran objects rather though he knows it's true. A any irritation between the two friends is gone we're all at the game, trying to warn and keep him alive, and laughing at our As much as I love playing with Holden and Zara, I can't think of a I've had more fun, I didn't feel I constantly watched signs of terrible about to happen. "Echo," my dad says, cutting off the to go left I was about to shout at Kyran. over him quickly, wincing I see Kyran get away of the corner of "Yeah?" need into living with me." I pull attention away from the game, noticing how stiff he tight. One of the guys groans as I'm with a killing shot. "Dad, is everything He frowns, his fingers tightening where they're gripping the doorframe. "Any idea the FBI at our house?" "What?" Shaking his head, he "Turn the game off come to the living room, please." "Sure, of course. be there." He
 only assume is coming from MalAchi. That thOught MakEs mE gRin, jUst a Little.

"Facebook. fRienD request. Stop acting like A girl. yoU'Re noT ThE only One who's ALlOWEd tO tAlK to HeR, DuDe."

It's TotAlly patHetic to admIt, bUt Even though I'm PReTty enough, nO guY has ever gottEn jEalous OvEr mE. like nEveR ever. superfANs of thE show don't CoUNt. They'RE more inTEReSted In my freaky abilitiES tHAn me, which reallY says sOmEThING abOut Me, I suppose. thE fact THat MalaCHi IS ANnoYEd at Kyran for aSking me to plAY a gAme witH hIm iS Really SatisFyINg. COmpletely stUpid, But satisfYing alL The same.

"eCho?" MalaChi sayS thRouGh thE GaMe. "you ThERe?"

"YEP. YOu jOIniNg us?" I ask.

he GrUmbleS somETHINg I cAn't ExacTly heAr, then says, "YeaH. It'S gonNA taKe morE than Just YoU to keEp KyraN alivE lOng enough to get tHe reSt of the heAdsHoTs hE nEeds."

KYRan objEctS raTher fieRcely, evEN thOuGH HE kNows it's true. A few secOnDS LaTer, any irRitatiON bEtWEen the twO fRieNds iS GOne anD we'rE AlL shoutinG at the GAmE, tRying to WaRn KyraN aNd kEep Him alIVe, anD laughIng at our MistaKEs. As much as I lovE Playing with HoLDeN ANd zAra, I Can'T think of a tiMe whEN I've Had mORe Fun, WHen I dIdn't fEeL LiKE I was constantly beinG wAtched For siGns of somethinG terrible aBOUT to happeN.

"EchO," My DAd says, cutting oFf the Command to gO Left I was About To shout aT Kyran.

I glANCe over at Him QuiCklY, wiNCInG as I see Kyran gET BlowN aWay out oF thE corner Of mY eyE. "YeAh?"

"I NeEd you to coMe into thE lIvInG rOom With mE."

i pull my aTtEntIoN awAy froM The gamE, suddEnly NoTiCIng How stifF He SEEms. WOrRy Has hIs fEaTures TighT. one Of the guYs groans aS I'm HIt wiTh A kIlling sHot. "Dad, is everyThIng okay?"

He fRoWns, His finGERs tighteNing where they're gripping THe doorfRamE. "Any iDea wHy the FBI wOulD be at oUr hOUse?"

"WhaT?"

ShakiNg his HeAd, hE SAys, "TuRN ThE gaMe Off and come TO The LivinG rOom, pLease."

"SuRe, of course. I'll be rigHT thEre."

He
 only assume is coming fro m Malachi.  That  th oug ht  mak es m e grin, just a litt le.

"Facebook. Friend  requ es t . St o pactin g likea  g i r l.Yo u' reno t  t he on lyone who 's allowed  to  t alk to her,d ud e."

It'stot ally patheti c t o admi t,  bu t  even  th oughI'm pr e tty en ough, nogu y  has e v er gott e n  j ealo us over me. Liken ev e r ever. Superf ans of  t h es h owdon 't count.Th ey're more in t er e s t edi n my freaky a bilities th a n m e, whi ch  re a lly sa ys so me t hin g about me,  I s uppose. T he fac t  that M a lachi i s anno yed  at  Kyr a nfo r a sk i ngm etop lay  a gamewi th  himis r e a l l y sa tis fyin g. Co mpletely stup id,  but sat isfyi ng al l th esame. 

"Ech o?" M al achi says throu gh t he game."Yo uthe re ?"

" Y ep. Yo u j oin ing us? " I ask . 

H eg r u mb les something I ca n' t ex actly he ar, th e nsa y s, "Yeah .It' s go n n a tak e mo r ethan jus t yout oke ep Kyra nalivelo ngeno ugh t o  get  the r est of t he he a dshots he need s ."

Kyran obj e ct s ra t herfie rcely, even  tho u gh h e kn o ws  it ' s tru e. Afe w  s e conds later, any ir ri tation  betw een the two f riends isg o n e and we 'rea ll shouting at th e gam e, tryingt o warn K yranand keep  him aliv e ,  and lau ghi ngatour m is takes. As muc h as I  l ove pla yin g withHol den  an d Z ar a, I can' t thinkof  a  t im e w hen I ' ve had m or e f un , w hen I didn't  feel  lik eIw asconstan t ly b eing  w at ched  fo rsigns  ofs ome thing t errible a bou t  toha pp en.

"E cho," my dadsa ys, cuttin goff  the c o m mand togo left I was about tos hout at  Ky ran.
I g lance ove r a t himqui c kly, w incing  as I  s eeK y ran g e t  b low naway out o f the  corn er  ofmy eye.  "Yeah?"

"I needy outo come intothe  liv i n groo m  w i thme . "
I pull my attenti on away fr om th e game, su d den ly  notici ng howstiff he seem s. Worryhas his f ea ture s tig ht. One of  the guy s groansa s I'm hi t wit h a  killi ng  sh ot. " Dad, i s  ev eryth ing ok ay ?"

He  frow ns , his fi ngers tightening wherethey'r e gri ppi ng the do orf r ame . "Any id ea w hy the FBI  wo uld  be a t o u r hou se?" 
" Wha t ?"

S haki n g his hea d ,hes a ys , "Turn the g a meoff a ndc ome to  the  living room, ple a se."

"Sure, o f co u r se.  I' l l be  r ight there."
He
 only_assume is_coming from Malachi. That_thought makes_me_grin, just_a_little.

"Facebook. Friend request._Stop acting like_a girl. You're not_the only one_who's_allowed to talk to her, dude."

It's totally pathetic to admit, but even though I'm_pretty_enough, no_guy_has_ever gotten jealous over me._Like never ever. Superfans of_the show_don't count. They're more interested in my freaky_abilities_than me, which_really says something about me, I suppose. The fact_that Malachi is annoyed at Kyran_for asking me_to_play_a game with him_is really satisfying. Completely stupid, but_satisfying all the same.

"Echo?" Malachi says_through the game. "You there?"

"Yep. You joining_us?" I ask.

He grumbles something I_can't exactly hear, then says,_"Yeah. It's_gonna take more than just_you to keep_Kyran alive_long enough to_get the rest of the headshots_he needs."

Kyran objects_rather fiercely, even though he knows_it's_true. A few_seconds_later,_any irritation_between the two_friends_is gone_and_we're all shouting at the game,_trying_to warn Kyran and keep him alive,_and laughing at our_mistakes._As much as I_love playing with Holden and_Zara, I can't think of a_time when_I've had_more fun, when I didn't feel like I was constantly being_watched for signs of something terrible_about to happen.

"Echo," my_dad says,_cutting_off the command_to_go left_I was about to shout at Kyran.

I_glance over_at him quickly, wincing as I_see Kyran get blown_away_out of the corner of my_eye. "Yeah?"

"I need you to come_into the living room with_me."

I_pull_my attention away from the_game, suddenly noticing how stiff he_seems. Worry has_his features tight. One of the guys_groans_as I'm hit with a killing_shot._"Dad, is everything okay?"

He frowns, his_fingers_tightening_where they're gripping the doorframe._"Any idea why the FBI would_be at our house?"

"What?"

Shaking his head, he says, "Turn_the game off_and come to the living_room,_please."

"Sure,_of course. I'll be right there."

He