Say something. Don’t just sit there, frowning like that. Speak! Fisher huffed softly. “I’m thinking,” he said. “Give me a moment.” “Oh, fuck. So that was real, then? You can read my thoughts?” A note of hysteria edged into my voice. “No, I can’t read your thoughts,” he said, eyes darting up to mine for a split second. “I can hear you when you speak to me directly, though. That’s all.” “That’s all? That’s all!” “Breathe, Little Osha,” Fisher chided. “Your heart’s racing.” “I’m fine,” I lied.
