But it didn't stop. First, I wasn't sure she could handle another shock. But this man's presence was a sort of magic. Ted was leaking away, leaving his face a blank, cold mask, his eyes empty as a winter sky.
That made me look up. That was the hard part about psychic abilities: sometimes you were right, and sometimes you weren't. I was counting streetlights, under my breath. Fine, you want to go one on one, great, but not now.
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