hands.
“I’m sorry. We’ve done this all backwards and wrong.” Lizzie attempted to look like the helpless girl everyone assumed her to be. “I’m Lizzie,” she said, reaching across the divide to offer Pari her hand, “I would say it’s nice to meet you, but the situation is about as far from nice as you can get. But still, it’s nice to meet someone who hasn’t tased or punched me in the last twenty-four hours.”
Her hand held awkwardly between them for a long time, but finally the other woman grabbed it.
“I’m Pari. And I would have really rather not have met you myself, but since you’re here, we might as well make the most of it.”
Her control was in shreds. She had no filter, nothing to separate all the noise into individual pieces of information. It was like standing in the middle of a concert right after the band first walks onto the stage. There was nothing but a deafening roar, so loud it was almost as if there was no sound at all. Their hands disengaged, and Lizzie still didn’t know what kind of person Pari was or what she really thought about their arrival. She’d only managed to get one thing from their brief contact, but thankfully, it was the most important.
“She’s telling the truth,” she told Layne, swaying a bit as she tried to remember how to breathe. “She’s one of the good guys.”
Pari’s jaw tightened and something hard and painful flashed in her eyes. “There are no good guys here. No innocents. Trust me, I’m not on the side of angels.”
She might not have been. If Lizzie had been in top form, she would have known for certain. On her best days she could cut through the noise to find the true flavor of a person’s soul. But today wasn’t one of her best. The only thing she’d picked up from the noise was that Pari truly hated Alistair, was here against her will, and honestly hoped no harm came to Lizzie and Layne.
“So, that’s what you can do,” Pari said. “You’re a human lie detector.”
“No, the lie detector thing is just a convenient side effect of her real talent.” Layne pulled himself off the wall and stalked towards Pari. “She can look straight into the core of you and See the very essence of who you are. Your most secret hopes. Your greatest fears. She can See all your sins laid bare.” He was standing directly in front of Pari now. Layne leaned over her, not enough to make her shrink back against the chair, but enough to prove he was bigger and stronger despite being at least five years her junior. “Lizzie can See the exact location of your heart so that when the time comes, she can rip it out and leave you nothing more than a hollow shell. No, Lizzie isn’t a lie detector. She’s much, much more terrifying than that.”
Heat crawled up Lizzie’s neck and enflamed her face. Even her eyes stung from the blaze. It was a fire fueled by rage. It had to be, because the only other option was guilt, and she’d relieved herself of that particular emotion where Layne was concerned a long time ago.
“Gee, Layne, I didn’t realize you were a poet.” Her voice was shaky, but maybe if she ignored it they would as well.
“Is it true?” Pari asked. “Did you just violate my brain? Did you take knowledge that does not belong to you?”
And therein lay the problem with her power. There were many different types of Seers in the world. Some were considered minor powers, like Talley’s mother who could See colors and patterns. It was a cool talent, one that had made her very rich, but in the world of Shifters and Seers it was considered so minor as to be almost nonexistent. Lizzie’s Sight was considered one of the most remarkable gifts. It was the reason she was chosen to join the Alpha Pack when she was only thirteen. Soul Seers were highly coveted, but also greatly feared. Even within their own packs they were simultaneously revered and ostracized. Everyone wanted the knowledge she could steal for them, but no one wanted their own
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