III
Josselyn’s instincts as a Whisper appeared shortly after reaching adulthood. Despite her traumatic childhood, I would catch her brushing against both Jeremi and I any chance she could get. And her gaze; the heat never left it. Prior to Josselyn, I had never looked at a female in terms of companionship. I wasn’t closed to the idea- in fact I was apprehensive to admit to Jeremi that I’d thought of it more than once- but the last thing I wanted was to suggest it to her and destroy all that we’d built upon in three years. One evening after she’d gone to sleep, I stayed up with Jeremi, sharing a vintage of wine he loved. We were in our bedroom, sitting on cushions we’d thrown about the floor.
“Have you seen it?” I asked, sipping from my glass.
“Hmm?”
“The way she looks at us now.”
Jere
