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The Teslas are the royal family of Lectranis, and in "The Spectra United", Keita Sage and her friends go on a quest to find all of the remaining heirs. Here is a scene from the youngest daughter, Solana Tesla. She likes to play innocent, but she's anything but!
Mother’s mood told me right away something was up. She almost flounced into her chair, and she’s always telling Vivi not to do that—not that it makes a difference. I figured I didn’t have long to wait before it came out, but just this once I was wrong. For twenty minutes she said nothing, and I tried to guess what was exciting her. My run-away oldest sister had been forgiven, Pa bought another vacation home, Vivi didn’t fail her last class… I was still imagining Pa’s stunned face from this announcement when my worst nightmare waddled into the room.
Her name is Mellie, which sounds like Smelly. She’s two years old, and everyone loves her. Even my sister Poppy, who doesn’t like anybody, loves Mellie. They say she looks like me, which is all nonsense. I never had snot dripping off my chin, and my Momma never would have put me in a coarse sack of a dress either. They’ve got a portrait of me at that age, and I’m so drowning in lace I couldn’t walk. You can hardly see my face in it. That was me: perfect little angle, last born, favorite of everybody. It’s not always an easy role to play, but so far they still believe it.
Wyatt’s the only one looking unhappy at Mellie’s presence. He doesn’t mind the little terror, but if Mellie is here, her dad is here. Leon’s our oldest brother. He’s not so mean as the next one, Joule, but he’s not been very nice to Wyatt either. Wyatt’s been told so often how wonderful he’s supposed to be that he thinks he’s nothing of the kind. Anyway, except for Mellie, I don’t mind Leon coming. I’ve been saving up all kinds of tricks to pull on him and Joule, ever since the last family anniversary when I locked him in a closet all night. They all figured it was an accident.
Everyone’s attention stayed on Mellie, but I turned to look at the bowl of porridge a servant had just set in front of me. I stared into it, too irritated to eat, and that’s when I saw the green tint. I brought the bowl to my nose and sniffed. Poison, all right. The gardeners use it on rats. I glanced around the table, but so far no one had taken any. I couldn’t just blurt it out—who’d believe me? And if they did, how would I explain how I knew?
The right answer came to me a second later. I took a big spoonful of the stuff, then dropped it and rocked my chair backward. As everyone else gasped and yelped, I clutched a hand to my stomach. “There’s something wrong with this food,” I whimpered, and proceeded to thrash across the floor.
Father darted around the table. “Get a medic!” he yelled at no one in particular. I couldn’t see much of people, only their feet, but I didn’t hear any spoons clinking or people swallowing—not that I’d be able to over the noise. I wondered if Viv and Wyatt believed me, but I didn’t dare sit up and check.
Gentle hands were on me. The medic had arrived. I let my thrashing die down as he picked up the bowl and held it to his nose. “There’s poison in this,” he said.
Everyone gasped. “Will she be all right?” Father demanded.
The medic gave me a very stern look. “She didn’t eat much. Give her some solitary rest and I’m sure she’ll be back to normal.” The severity in his voice added ‘or else’. That was alarming—hopefully he would keep quiet until I could figure out who’s trying to poison my family. As much as I like playing tricks on my brothers, if some idiot makes war against my family, he’s made war against me. And believe it or not, I am not someone you want to cross.