Practice on me:
Dev continues, saying, “Anyway, he insinuated you need more practice, so I wanted to offer myself as a test dummy.”
I blink. “Huh?”
He sits on the mattress again and pats his chest. “Practice on me. Just don’t view anything too embarrassing, like me on the toilet.”
I snort and shake my head. “For real? You’re okay with my invading your mind?”
He shrugs. “Yeah. The sooner you learn to control it, the less it’ll happen by accident.”
I pinch my bottom lip. He’s right, and I need to practice, but I never imagined he would offer to help. “I don’t know how to pick specific memories yet, but I’ll do my best to avoid anything awkward.”
“Sounds good.” He gestures to the comforter with an open palm.
I sit, hunched over, and blow out a shaky breath. I have no idea how to activate my abilities, let alone select a particular memory. This could be a complete failure, but perhaps that would be better than viewing something hurtful or embarrassing.
Dev holds out his forearms. “I trust you. Go for it.”
Smuggling Shenanigans:
A dimensional rift occupies the floor, like the one at the military outpost, shimmering and oscillating in the dim lighting. I inhale sharply as Braun’s team dumps the crates into the chasm before leaping inside themselves.
Heart racing, I peer sidewise at Slyke, who grins.
He says, “Try not to scream.”
He hooks his elbow around my neck and shoulders, and jumps.
Brothel Shenanigans:
“Faine is right. I wasn’t planning to stay,” Dev says.
Marius hooks his elbow around Dev’s shoulders, pulling him closer, the gesture seizing my insides. “Then come to my office. Have a drink. Let’s chat while Faine is serviced.” He motions something to the sex workers, directing them.
I need to get Dev out of here. Fast. I reach for him, but the blonde woman catches my wrist, kissing my fingers.
“Are any of us to your liking?” she asks, pointing to herself and her associates.
(REDACTED)
I peer at Dev, who returns my gaze. He gives me a weak nod, as if to reassure me he’ll be okay with Marius, their proximity hitching my breath.
“Stay!” I blurt out.
Marius quirks a brow. “Huh?”
“Talk here. Not your office,” I say, my voice shaky.
Transdimensional War:
I grab his hand. “Come on! We need to go.”
“I can stop them,” Dev says, as if he were realizing it himself. He looks me directly in the eye, and squeezes my fingers, his tone assertive. “I can stop them.”
My heartbeat throbs in my eardrums, my chest tingling. He means it, and he’s more than capable, but there are too many variables. He doesn’t understand his (REDACTED) yet, and hasn’t had time to practice; a battleground with live ammunition isn’t the place to learn.
I whisper, “Dev, please—”
More Karthals spill from the rift, their jets whirling in the sky.
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