Chapter 167: Haven

DR. FRANKLER SEEMED TO be connecting three different things - Mrs. Jackson's predictions, the Pandora's jar symbolism, and me. Their hope in a savior. It was eerily like the words in the prophecy, Ulami's Hope, but she couldn't know about it, could she?

I felt puzzlement directed at me and looked up. Sure enough, I was the center of everyone's attention once again.

Zander squeezed my hand before clearing his voice to speak. "Tru asked who you work for, Dr. Frankler," he said, reminding us of my original question.

Our host leaned back in her seat and crossed her legs. "Like Ira and the rest of Polaris, my goal is to help supernaturals and all those affected by them--"

"Nons," butted in Ruthie, nodding matter-of-factly. "Short for supernaturals."

The doctor straightened with a scowl. "Where did you hear that?" she snapped.

Ruthie's eyes widened. "Uh ..." she hemmed. Maverick was subtly shaking his head at her, practically begging her to not throw him under the bus. My mouth twitc