“It was my father.” The sentence was uttered so flatly, so utterly without surprise, that I stumbled for a second before replying,
“Yes, it was. He was in my head somehow, talking to me.” I paused, then asked, “Do all Reptilians have that kind of talent?”
“No. That is, they can manage some forms of nonverbal communication, but what my father did — exerting his will in such a way that it acted on yours — there are very few with that sort of skill. It is part of the reason why he is the leader here. He can control those under him with his mind.”
A shiver went over me, and I had to keep myself from snapping that maybe it would have been a good idea if he’d warned me about some of his father’s hidden talents. “Do you have it?”
Gideon shook his head. “No, I did not inherit that gift. I supp
