She would rather he didn’t, not until she knew for sure she could trust him, but at this point there was nothing she could do about it other than listen to make sure nothing was being said she wasn’t already aware of. She took a moment to close her eyes and focus on the cozy cottage in front of her, on the peaceful gardens, and on the dense woods behind them, searching for any negative energy, anything directed toward her, but again she found nothing even remotely disturbing. She gave a sigh of relief. Hopefully Mary was fine.She really wished she’d paid more attention to her abilities before now. She realized she’d been depending on her empathic gifts more and more all day, letting her sixth sense guide her through this search for her father. In the past, she’d always tried to ignore it, to “turn it off and shut it out” as Cat had done. She was beginning to wonder why she’d wasted so much time and energy over the years denying how useful her abilities could be. A girl really should exploit whatever advantage she possessed.
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