He began strolling slowly around the room as if he owned the place, running his fingers across my desk and books with casual ease.
“Just to talk,” he said lightly. “This role at the paper is very important. As you well know.”
He turned back toward me.
“You can’t take it on lightly.”
“Duly noted,” I said flatly. “Now I’d like to leave.”
Dominic smiled.
Then he tossed a folder onto my bed.
“Do you know what my gift is?” he asked. “My ability is a rather interesting one.”
He looked at me.
“It’s touch-based.”
“I can read images of importance in a person’s mind… simply by touching their skin.”
I froze, my gaze dropping instinctively to my hands.
“It’s a very useful skill,” Dominic continued calmly. “Particularly in business. You’d be amazed at the kind of leverage people carry around in their heads.”
He gestured toward the bed.
“Yours, however, was more interesting than most.”
“Take a look.”
I stared at the folder like it might bite me.
Slowly, I stepped toward the bed and opened it.
My stomach dropped.
Seph’s face stared back at me.
The photo had been taken on the streets of Telluride. I was pulling her through a crowd, the two of us running from Soldiers of Light.
The image was grainy, clearly pulled from a security camera.
But her face was unmistakable.
So was mine.
“She’s pretty,” Dominic said thoughtfully. “Striking, really. That colouring alone would make her stand out anywhere.”
He studied my reaction with quiet interest.
“There weren’t many records about her at first. I wouldn’t have thought twice about it… until I saw her in your mind.”
He smiled faintly.
“Persephone Quinn.”
“You leave her out of this,” I snarled.
