Chapter 4Ocren did his best to stand still. Derek had come to him. He’d thrown a lemon into his apartment, and it burned his nose to breathe in the scent of it, but he’d come.
“You can’t tell me you’re not allowed to talk about lemons.”
They weren’t allowed to talk about lemons. They weren’t allowed to talk about mind control, though since Derek had reacted the way he did when he’d given him a mental push, he suspected he was aware.
“Ocren?”
He pronounced it wrong, stressed the last syllable instead of the first, but Ocren liked it. “Yes?”
“There’s a lemon in your apartment.”
“I know.” He’d have to leave. The burning in his throat grew stronger and his eyes threatened to tear up.
“Are you gonna hand it back to me?”
Ocren shook his head, he didn’t turn in the direction of the apartm
