Marie hadn�t told anyone that she could control her powers.

Two days and she still walked around with her gloves and her distance as usual.

They didn�t know about the boy either. The one she had meet at the club the night before.

He had never told Marie his name, but it didn�t matter, he could have been anyone. She closed her eyes and willed his face away. She dug her nails into his skin, her back pressed against the cold bathroom tile. �Logan,� she had moaned, clinging to him.

Not one of them knew.

She liked it that way.