Chapter Eleven: Blind Spots
Not having any classes till the weekend, Melissa was free to spend the rest of the week with Tom. Over lunch at a little Mongolian restaurant, conversation drifted to the relic once more. Tom told Melissa about the translations RongRong had given him.
With her teacher’s instinct, Melissa couldn’t help but concept check. “So, most of the texts are instructions on how to tap into and direct this energy?”
“Hmm hmm. There’s also a warning about using it. And RongRong’s trying to figure out the whole horse angle.”
“I have an idea about that.” Melissa concentrated on picking up a chunk of mutton with her chopsticks. In nine months, though she’d gotten a lot better at it, she still tended to drop food before it reached her plate...or mouth. “Tell me about the warni
