“I shut off the motor, unfastened my seat belt, and turned to Michael. "Do you want something to eat?""I want you to show me what you did to Erin's attackers."All right. No more delay tactics. I took a deep breath, got my focus, and reached out.I was wearing a t-shirt—a pretty Caribbean blue, one of my favorite colors—so my arm was clearly visible. But as I stretched it towards him, my hand went fuzzy. Translucent. I kept reaching—and slowly, carefully, put my hand inside his chest.He stared dow...n at his chest, eyes wide. "A most peculiar sensation."That was it? That was his total reaction? I gave a shaky laugh, pulled my hand back, and let it go solid again. "It was more than peculiar for Erin's attackers. I went a little more solid and tickled their hearts.""You showed great restraint. You could have ripped them out.""I've done that, too. But not…" My breath hitched. For a moment I could smell the smoke of the guns, hear the screams of men and horses, feel the shudder of the ground as the canons fired, and my own desperation as I hunted for the one soldier who'd mattered… but he'd already been dead when I started looking, my beautiful, bright-eyed Charlie, my son, lying butchered in the blood-soaked earth while I searched and searched.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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