Vanya frowned. Maybe she should have been more surprised, but she’d just come from a room of people who could make people do whatever she wanted, could bend throwing knives around corners, and could speak to the dead. Seeing things in paintings was pretty much par for the course as far as she was concerned. The part that did surprise her was that he’d seen her.

She shook his hand and then jerked her head back to the door behind her.

“The people you’re going to want to talk to are in there.” Because he might have been one of the people who used to idolize her family, but they’d never known about her. Not unless they’d read her book and people had pretty much forgotten about the book almost as soon as they read it.

“I don’t have any powers.”