Status Updates From Exile (Keeper of the Lost C...

Sophie glanced at her friends, surprised to see how sad they seemed. Death was such a rare occurrence for elves that most of them didn’t understand it, or feel the right amount of sympathy. She was about to wonder what brought on the change when a blurry memory flashed through her mind:
A devastated Fitz, holding the small Albertosaurus she’d given him during midterms and telling her he’d been to her funeral.

“Hey—what did I tell you two about secret Telepath conversations?” Keefe asked as he shoved his way between them. “Unless you’re talking about me, keep it out loud.”
Fitz laughed. “Keefe just wishes he could swap secret messages with you.”

“You okay?” Biana asked, coming to stand beside her. “You’re not a fr—you’re not what they called you. You know that, right?”
Sophie shrugged, not looking at her. She’d been called a freak her whole life. And she couldn’t care less what Stina said. But ever since the kidnapping, she’d been hearing it from other people too. Everyone knew about her strange abilities now.

Vika snatched Sophie’s wrist with a mud-streaked hand. “You wretched girl! Call her down right now.”
“Why do you need my help? Aren’t you the expert?”
Keefe snickered. “Ooh, good one, Foster!”