Chapter 36
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
Evelyn had repeated her experimental energy storage exercise six times and had broken three more glass jars in the process.
Her pride stung every time a glass shattered all over her mental space, but at least she learned something with each failure.
How to more delicately maneuver the energy around her mental space.
How to play with it. How to get it to go where she wanted.
She now had three jars of energy stored in her mental vault. In the storied history of scientific research, three did not seem like a statistically relevant sample size. In the history of Evelyn’s application of psychic visualization, it felt like enough surety to move on to the next experiment.
Peer review wasn’t going to happen on their timetable.
She opened a jar. The seal on the lid gave a gentle pop as she twisted it open. The energy didn’t spill out the way the Amplifying faucet would have. It bobbed up gently, slowly emerging from the jar to hover at eye level, reforming itself to a perfect sphere.
She was used to directing energy from point A to B, waving a flag to tell the universe where the extra oomph was needed, but this energy needed more instruction than just a wave of her hand.
No wonder she had been such a mess after draining all her gadgets.
She was experiencing what it was like to be on the receiving end of that sort of Amplification boost, but without a way to use it.
All those masses of energy, careening about in her system with nowhere to go and nothing to do.
She picked up the egg timer. Even in her mental space, the device was cool to her touch, the display dead. Evelyn looked at the bobbing ball of energy before her.
“Ready to go home?” she whispered. She felt ridiculous speaking to the energy, but it probably didn’t hurt to be polite.
It glowed faintly as she guided it back to the timer, with only the slightest bit of resistance as she coaxed it back inside. The glow faded, until all that was visible to Evelyn’s mind was a faint vibration along the edges of the device.
Yes!
She opened her eyes. Aiden was entering the storage cabinet with a tall, iced glass full of creamy coffee. She pressed the button on the egg timer, setting it for five seconds.
“I think I’m ready to try a plant.”
The timer beeped.