“And this was done to me?” Aamani whispered. “When? How? Most importantly, who did this to me?”
“There's no way to know.”
Raynar strode past her, folding his arms on the railing and leaning over it to watch the people below. “Telepaths develop a…a style, I guess you could say.” He seemed to be having trouble with the language. Perhaps English lacked the words to express what he was feeling. “Whoever did this to you, I've never seen their work before.”
The anxiety that had tied her stomach in knots intensified. It could be anyone, and that meant guarding against it was going to be exceedingly difficult. Aamani sighed. She needed allies…and that meant she would have to do something she would rather avoid.
But first…
“I'll pay you well for an hour of your time, Raynar,” she said. “I want
