“How do you make her do this?” Enrique asked. He was staring at Madeline as though she was some alien creature. Well, I guess she was, being a mindbender.
She moved around the room, looking at the artwork. Old Mexican photographs and paintings covered the walls as well as various other artworks. There were a few photographs of strange men dressed in western attire. They looked like those displayed in museums. She curiously glanced back over at us. Enrique was still looking over at her.
She turned away to avoid his eyes. There was no doubt she was listening very closely to what was going on around her.
I don’t trust him, her mind said into my thoughts. It caught me off guard. I glanced back at her. She wasn’t looking at me but had her eyes glued to the photographs on the wall.
I don’t t
