Tyler pulled his hand back, and Nat slumped forward on the table, breathing slowly, his mind washed of every image and interaction with Tyler without his mask.
All his skills and knowledge of anything else remained, but no one would be able to get any information from Nat about Tyler or the Master of Miran House.
It was a dangerous skill, one that, if not handled properly, could cripple whomever was put through the process.
The men who had been seated rose; all eyes were on Nat.
“If anything more is required, you know where to find me,” Tyler rumbled to the room at large.
The three men bowed as Tyler left the room.
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Tyler got into the car, dropped his hood, and took off his mask.
“Where is Nat?” Tally asked carefully.
“Gone.”
“Boss?”
“I’ve wiped him. We have no further
