“Why are you here, son? What brought you?”
A photo in a magazine. A child’s drawing. Uncle’s craggy features with his leather-like wrinkled face, the gray and black braid falling halfway down his back looked nothing like Thorne, really. But her high cheek bones and dark hair could very well be disguising a Native American ethnicity beneath her very goth appearance.
Chapter 5: Brave New World, an excerpt
Stick figures of a girl and an Indian standing in a stick figure Indian village. Thorne and the man she called Uncle? Even if the two pictures were connected in some way—and they were; of course they were—how could that mean this girl could read his mind? Eric was sure they’d never met before.
Then why had he come here to find her?
“So she’s telepathic or something,” Eric blurted out. “Even if mind reading is a thing, how does that account for what she did to me? The way I couldn’t move forward. But,” he hesitated, stuttered, “but then I did.” His brow tightened as he tried to remember what had actually happened.
Eric was sure they’d never met before. Then why had he come here to find her?
“Damn right you did,” Terry said. “Twice, sounds like. And you still haven’t explained how you were able to do that.”
“I think you will find he has no idea how. Is that right?” Uncle smiled at Eric. He looked amused, the asshole.
