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for a bow,” the guard responded.
    “A bow? Now that seems a bit absurd, doesn’t it?” Reela replied, offended. “Let me inside and we’ll get this all sorted.” Reela patted the guard on the shoulder, and he stepped aside.
    Soon Cleve could hear Reela’s conversation with the other guard inside. “Think about how strange it would be for us to keep a bow here. Look at me. Does it look like I know how to use a bow?”
    “No,” the guard replied.
    “Haven’t you searched this place well enough to determine there’s no bow here? In fact, it seems to me like a waste of your time to stay here any longer.”
    “You don’t need to tell me that,” the guard replied. “I was just leaving.”
    The guard exited the house and eyed the other one. “Nothing there,” he said.
    They left without another word.
    Terren lied to me , Cleve thought after witnessing the psychic in action. There are other psychics like the Elf. He stood outside for a moment, contemplating returning to his uncle’s. But he ran through the conversation that would take place and realized he would be forced out before the night was over.
    Before Cleve could come up with something else, Reela approached him with a strangely calm smile. “Did you bring a bow here?” Her tone was hinting, as if she already knew but still would be surprised to hear him admit it.
    Cleve took the opportunity to see what else she could do. “No, I don’t own a bow.”
    Her face scrunched with intrigue. “I know you’re lying,” she said slowly, studying his eyes.
    “I wanted to see if you would use it on me as well.” Cleve jabbed a finger at her face. “Don’t ever use psyche on me. If this is going to work, you’ll stay out of my head. Got it?”
    Reela nodded. “I got it,” she said indifferently. Her smile reformed and it stole his breath again. “But I didn’t use psyche on you. You’re just not a very good liar.”
    Cleve was puzzled by the lack of anger in her reply. She seemed…entertained, even? “Oh,” he replied apologetically. He’d expected quite the argument between them.
    Reela shrugged. “Are you going to tell me why you have a bow, or would you rather I guess?”
    Cleve took a breath, or maybe just tried to recover the one that had slipped from his lungs after she’d curled her lips at him. “The bow is more important to me than I can describe. I would rather risk the rest of my life in the dungeons than get rid of it.”
    “Be aware that the dungeons are almost where you ended up. Luckily, they didn’t have more reason to believe there was actually a bow here. I could only persuade them to leave because I’m sure neither was expecting to find one. It’s been years since anyone has seen one, so why would there be one here? I just helped them come to that realization sooner.”
    “So you didn’t control their thoughts?”
    “No.”
    “Could you read their thoughts, though?”
    She giggled, shaking her head.
    I guess that means no . Only then did Cleve notice himself gawking. He relaxed his face. “What psyche can you use on me, then?” Cleve suddenly realized he was being blunt. “If you don’t mind me asking.”
    She looked him up and down, her radiant green eyes stopping for a heartbeat at the flesh under his torn shirt, then rising again and locking back onto his face.
    “You’re different than most warriors.” She tilted her head as if seeing something in his eyes. “Very different,” she said softly.
    He felt a chill start down his back. It scared him, but he didn’t know why.
    “I’ll tell you,” Reela continued. “But I trust you not to share this with others. You wouldn’t imagine how scared some people can become when they hear about psyche.” She produced a wicked smile that made his heart race. “I really can’t do that much to the mind of any intelligent or strong-willed being. I can sense some ideas and heavy emotions when they’re overwhelming the person’s mind, like fear.” Reela titled