‘Wait here,’ Kassa said when they arrived outside the room where Taren lay unconscious, but picking up on Lucian’s recent activities, she reconsidered. ‘On second thoughts, that won’t be necessary.’ Lucian desperately tried to wipe the grin off his face with little success. ‘Kassa, please stay out of my head…I’d really like to think that my private life is my own.’ The telepath humorously denied his implication that she would pry on purpose. ‘If you don’t want me to pick up on your private life, then stop thinking about the great time you’ve had this afternoon.’ Lucian sighed at the thought of his own betrayal, while Kassa moved quickly to check Taren’s vital signs. ‘Is she going to be all right?’ Lucian wanted to be patient, but was finding it nigh on impossible. ‘I should think so,’ Kassa said. ‘She seems perfectly well…glowing, in fact.’ ‘Then why is she unconscious?’ ‘I don’t think she is unconscious exactly,’ Kassa informed him.
