I’m, like, way less challenging than a rock. So it’s not my fault.”“I’m doing it anyway.”She took a step backward, her mind absorbing this new revelation. As images of his hand and her ass flowed into her mind, the panic got pushed aside, just enough to let her voice calm down. “But that’s not fair.”“Why not?” He crossed his arms.“Because. She double-crossed me. She super-agented me. She skunked me. I don’t know the words. She mind-controlled me with her evil and ugly gray eyes. You probably learn that in agent school, right? It’s not fair to put me up against an interrogator and expect me to keep a secret. That’s like, you know, putting a little kid into a room with a thousand ice-cream cones and cookies and saying, ‘Don’t even touch a crumb.’ It’s impossible. I cracked. She cracked me with her skillz.”He smiled. “So she broke your defenses.”“Yes. Yes! That’s what she did. And that’s why she’s a, well, those things I said before. You remember.”“I certainly do.”
