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“Colter isn’t a bad guy, you know,” Rory said.
“He killed someone.”
“He saved you. He killed someone to save you.”
My pulse raced, and I felt feverish.
Rory reached across the table and put her hand on my wrist. Warmth pulsed into me, and despite my panic, my heartbeat slowed.
“I know this is a lot to take in, but Colter is a good guy. He does what’s right for his people, and he’ll do what’s right by you, too. You can trust him.”
I eyed her dubiously. Did she know what he was like? Did she know what he’d done?
Of course she did. She was friends with him. Close friends, by the sound of things.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Shoot,” Rory said.
It was nice to have someone to talk to about the whole thing. It seemed so bizarre, I wasn’t sure what to think or what to believe, but as long as we were going on about this as if it was completely legitimate and very real, I would milk it for what I could get out of it.
I refused to believe that it really was real, for now. I just didn’t have what it took to be convinced. My mind couldn’t wrap itself around it.
“Can shifters do something with your mind?” Just talking about shifters felt weird on my tongue, and I expected at any moment for Rory to laugh at me and ask me what I was smoking.
Or, yet again, that I would wake up in my apartment, and it had all been a bizarre dream.
Right now, I was still living this strange alternate reality. Boy, I was going to be pissed if I woke up and I’d wasted a whole night dreaming up crap like this…
“What do you mean?”
“Well, when I was with Colter before, I got images that aren’tnormalfor me to imagine. Like, in my mind.”
“What kind of images?” Rory asked.
I blushed. I hadn’t thought about what I was asking before I’d said it, and now it was out there.
“Does it matter?” I asked.
“Ah,” Rory said. “I see where you’re going with this. Yeah, we can play mind games. It’s a nifty little trick we use or abuse as we see fit.”
“Abuse…” I said softly. Putting it in those terms was interesting.
Rory watched me, and I struggled to know what she was thinking. Was the perfect poker face also a shifter thing? Rory seemed warm and welcoming and open. Nothing like what Colter had been since the moment I’d met him, but I still couldn’t get a read on what she was thinking right now.
“You shouldn’t let him get to you,” Rory finally said.
“I don’t understand what you mean.”
“I know Colter can be charming—”
“He’s an ass,” I stated immediately.
“—and I meant it when I said you can trust him, but it’s better for you if you don’t getthatinvolved with him.”
I cocked my head to the side. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Of course I did. Rory knew it, too. She didn’t press the matter any further.
