Dawson
‘Not pleasant’ was the mildest f*cking description of this process. As Shrane pressed his fingers against my forehead, it was like he was driving a spike through my brain. I vibrated, suppressing the impulse to shift, to defend myself, jaw clenched tight against the pain. Memories flashed behind my eyelids. Moments with Gaia. Our first date, our first kiss, our first…time.
“This isn’t a peep show, Shrane.” I snarled, baring my teeth against the pain.
“As if I have nothing better to do with my time.” His voice was quiet, and strained, as if he was exerting great effort, as he sifted through my mind. "I am trying to isolate the root of your connection. You just happen to have had many...connections..."
“Oh, are you not having
