“I thought the orgy thing was a myth,” Jordan muttered. I turned my head and found him staring at the couple by the wall. “Hopefully it doesn’t get to that point,” I said, meaning it. He startled. “You heard that?” “I heard you just now.” My skin prickled. “You spoke about…myths.” For a split second, he looked confused. Almost fearful. “I could have sworn I—” He shook his head. “Must be the wine.”
Telepathy?
