Claire Carlson waited outside the strange woman’s quarters. When Jack had shown up this morning, insisting that if she was going to be here, she may as well make herself useful, she had been more than eager to help. Once she heard his plan, however…
Desa scared her. That lady seemed to radiate pain and anger. She kept it under a tight lid – no one else seemed to notice – but her trauma was a blazing beacon for any telepath. It wasn’t that Claire thought Desa would hurt her. Not really. But she didn’t want to go poking around inside that woman’s head.
Claire could feel her on the other side of the door, and something was off. It was as if Desa’s mind was…bigger than it should be. She couldn’t put her finger on why, but she had plenty of basis for comparison.
A telepath could choose to mu
