"You can't just crawl into my mind without my knowing it." Naima's voice in his head had been full of pain and anger.
"But I wanted to surprise you," he'd said. "You'd see that painting and wonder how it got there. And you'd know how much I love you."
"You almost killed me!" It was then, when she'd said that in her thoughts, that Father Obregón had known it was over between them. Even before she'd broken it off in so many words, he'd known.
Because she'd been right. He had almost killed her.
After she'd shuffled out of the barracks that night, he'd walked her to the main lab, where he'd arranged with other members of his flock to stow some painting supplies. Then, while steering her through the lab to set them up, he'd fumbled his control for an instant.
Naima had tripped over
