She wanted to laugh, but her throat felt too dry for that. However, she knew he had to be mistaken. She’d spent too much time around people who truly were psychic, had taken enough tests of that sort of ability to know that she simply didn’t have that kind of talent.
Her skepticism must have shown on her face, because he said, “I can tell you don’t want to believe me. Why? Are you afraid of being the subject after so many years of being the researcher?”
“No,” Audrey replied. “That’s not it. I just know I’m not psychic. I think it’s more that the demons targeted me because they wanted to mess with my head.”
“Well, that is something they enjoy doing. But I think we’re dealing with more than that here.” He rubbed at the dark gold scruff on his chin. “Have you ever had any experiences like
