“Can you still hear them?”I shook my head. “No. No, it’s faded. I think the pill already wore off.”His mind was still angry, but intrigue outweighed it at this point. “Do you have more?”“More?” I gasped. I was not about to relive that moment. “I can’t believe you’re asking me that when you’re mad I even did it.”“Of course I’m mad. You promised me you’d never do that, and I hoped you’d tell me when you did feel that way so we could talk it through. I thought we were closer than that.”“We are close,” I argued.He grasped the wheel and looked away from me. I read his mind. He didn’t want to fight, he just wanted to get to the bottom of this. He wanted to know if this whole thing was real. The only reason he asked about the pills was because he wanted to know if it could happen again, perhaps with Max there to witness it, so that he could get into my mind and hear the voices for himself—as much as Wes didn’t like the idea—having it happen in a controlled setting could be useful, given the state of things.I was surprised by the direction his thoughts were going, and fast, too.
