“Then what does your music usually do?” I froze. My words got caught somewhere between my mind and my mouth, as if they had skidded to a halt and retreated. Marcus’s eyes went wide, though the teasing lilt to his voice remained. “What? You haven’t been forcing people to walk off cliffs or something, have you?” “No, of course not.” I grasped for my composure, for something, anything to say. It had been so long since I’d used my gift for anything other than kidnapping. “I just, well, I use it to find people who are lonely. People as lonely as I am.” The words startled me as they came out, the
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