Chapter 8

Alexander's POV

"I don't understand all this fuss over missing a phone call" Principal Harvard dropped into his desk chair; slamming shut as Alexander went to close the blinds.

Lies were something he was good at detecting. A power most of their lineage had was knowing when someone was lying or being deceitful. A powerful ability to have when you are responsible for the lives of so many people.

Manifested differently in everyone though. In Malcolm Fearmist, his grandfather developed as a sense of smell. Told him once deceit smelled of vinegar and lies reeked of durian fruit. Relieved that never developed the same way for him. Instead, it made him nauseous; which was only slightly better. Frequently chewing on mints or gum to ease the sensation.

One can hide things without lying. Took a skilled individual to maneuver around his abilities. The Sacred One was talented enough though he never understood why she would have to lie to any of them