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before many times, and always accompanied by, or even preceded by, a slap.
She didn t look up to see if he d noted anything strange about her response, but concentrated on putting
cream cheese on the remaining half of her bagel.
 Since I had never done mind control before last night, it s possible I drained myself of energy, he
continued after a moment. She still refused to look up, but she could feel the intensity of his gaze on her
face.  I didn t feel tired. Everything felt normal, but until I explore the parameters, I won t know what the
effects of mind control are. Maybe I wasn t concentrating as much as I should have been. Maybe my
attention was splintered. Hell, Iknow it was splintered. There were a lot of unusual factors last night.
 You honestly think you could have put out that fire?
 I know I could have normally. The fire marshal would have thought the sprinkler system did a great
job. Instead 
 Instead, you dragged me into the middle of a four-alarm fire and nearly killed both of us!
 Are you burned? he asked, sipping his coffee.
 No, she said grudgingly.
 Suffering from smoke inhalation?
 No, damn it!
 Don t you think you should have at least a few singed strands of hair?
He was only saying everything she d thought herself. She didn t understand what had happened during
the fire, and she didn t understand anything that had happened since then. Desperately, she wanted to
skate over the surface of everything, pretend nothing weird was going on, and leave this house with the
pretense still intact, but he wasn t going to let that happen. She could feel his determination, like a force
field emanating from him.
No! she told herself in despair. No force field, no emanating. Nothing like that.
 I threw a shield of protection around us. Then at the end, when I was using all your power combined
with mine to beat back the fire, the shield solidified a bit. You saw it. I saw it. It shimmered, like a 
 Soap bubble, she whispered.
 Ah, he said softly, after a moment of thought.  So that s what triggered your memory.
 Do you have any idea how much thathurt, what you did?
 Taking over your power? No, I don t know, but I can imagine.
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 No, she said flatly.  You can t. The pain had been beyond any true description. If she said it had felt
as if an anvil had fallen on her head, that would be an understatement.
 Again, I m sorry. I had no choice. It was either that, or we were both going to die, along with the
people still evacuating the hotel.
 You have a way of apologizing that says you d do the same thing again if the situation arose, so it s
really hard to believe the  sorry part.
 That s because you re not only a precog, though an untrained one, you re also very sensitive to the
paranormal energy around you.
Meaning hewould do the same thing again, in the same circumstances. At least he wasn t a hypocrite.
 Yesterday, in my office, he continued,  you were reacting to energies you wouldn t have sensed at all
if you weren t gifted.
 I thought you were evil, she said, and savagely bit into the bagel.  Nothing you ve done since has
changed my mind.
 Because you turned me on? he asked softly.  I took one look at you, and every candle in the room lit
up. I m not usually that out of control, but I had to concentrate to rein everything in. Then I kept looking
at you and thinking about having sex, and damned if you didn t hook into the fantasy.
Oh, God, he d knownthat? She felt her face burn, and she turned her embarrassment into anger.  Are
you coming on to me? she asked incredulously.  Do you actually have thenerve to think I d let you
touch me with a ten-foot pole after what you did to me last night?
 It isn tthat long, he said, smiling a little.
Well, she d walked into that one. She slapped the bagel onto the plate and slid off the stool.  I don t
want to be in the same room with you. After I leave here, I never want to see your face again. You can
take your tacky little fantasy and shove it, Raintree!
 Dante, he corrected, as if she hadn t all but told him to drop dead.  And that brings us to the Ansara. I
was looking for a birthmark. All Ansara have a blue crescent moon somewhere on their backs.
She was so angry that a red mist fogged her vision.  And while you were looking for this birthmark on
myback you decided to check out my ass, too, huh?
 It s a fine ass, well worth checking out. But, no, I always intended to check it out.  Back is imprecise.
Technically,  back could go from the top of your head all the way down to your heels. I ve seen it below
the waist before, and in the histories there are reports of, in rare cases, the birthmark being on the ass
cheek. Given the seriousness of the fire, and the fact that I couldn t put it out, I had to make sure you
hadn t been hindering me.
 Hindering you how? she cried, not at all mollified by his explanation.
 If you had also been a fire-master, you could have been feeding the fire while I was trying to put it out.
I ve never seen a fire I couldn t control until last night.
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 But you said yourself you d never used mind control before, so you don t know how it affected you!
Why automatically assume I had to be one of these Ansara?
 I didn t. I m well aware of all the variables. I still had to eliminate the possibility that you might be
Ansara.
 If you re so good at reading people when you touch them, then you should have known I wasn t, she
charged.
 Very good, he acknowledged, as if he were a teacher and she his star pupil.  But Ansara are trained
from birth to manage their gifts and to protect themselves, just as Raintree are. A powerful Ansara could
conceivably have constructed a shield that I wouldn t be able to detect. Like I said, my empath abilities
are mild.
She felt as if she were about to explode with frustration.  If I d had one of these shields, you idiot, you
wouldn t have been able to brain-rape me!
He drummed his fingers lightly on top of the bar, studying her with narrowed eyes.  I really,really don t
like that term.
 Tough. I really,really didn t like the brain-rape itself. She threw the words at him like knives and hoped
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