“What is it?”
“One of the wonders of the Angel children's world. I wonder, very much, if you would pick it up?”
I reached forward to take hold of it, but Conal gripped my wrist firmly. “What is it, old man? And how do I know it's not going to hurt her?”
“It will not hurt her if she is merely a normal human with psychic powers. Nor will it hurt her if she is one of the Angel children. But the difference will be whether it operates, or not.” He gazed at the object with a certain amount of adoration in his eyes. “But if you are worried, I will allow you to touch it first. I warn you though; the effects will not be pleasant.”
Before Nonny or I could object, Conal reached into the box, gripping his hand around the object. I shrieked when he was flung away from the table, soaring through the
