Sabrina couldn't stifle a soft scream and a church official paused to frown at her. He looked at Mark and, with a serene expression, moved on.
She turned and glared at Mark, who sat in the pew behind her. "Don't you have any respect? That could be a minister whose mind you just messed with."
Too late she realized she'd given away her resistance to his mind control. The Stepford idea wouldn't have worked anyway.
"I merely told him to move on," he said from next to her, his eyes narrowed.
Her heart hammered at this blatant show of his abilities. "You can't just take people's choices away like that."
What was he? Did she really want to know?
His breath stroked over her neck and Sabrina leaned away from him, surreptitiously checking for growing teeth. "Don't force me to take their choice
