Chapter 17
There are unicorns
in the mind of genius
in the soul of children
in the spirit of the wind
— There are Unicorns, Annalise Phenix
[SciTech Office, Paris, France — Dana]
Lara’s mental touch was rich and warm like cinnamon laden hot chocolate. She reached out to me tentatively in a dream, easing my fears. I could feel her hovering nearby, as if she were reaching out to grasp my hand. Merging with the offered link was like being wrapped in thick down comforters on a winter’s night. Come to me, her mind whispered.
I made my decision as my body lay sleeping. They would not drug me again. Over and over, someone had used drugs to restrain me. I was tired of being sedated, tired of being controlled. Tired of being manipulated.
When I woke, I was silent, hyper aware. I could fee
