His next stop was the dispensary. “Is she ill?” Baron Thakeri was at his side as he waited. Rackon fought the urge to punch the baron in the face. “No. She is simply exhausted. She melted rock with the heat generated from her body. That is bound to create an imbalance.” “I don’t think she’s right in the head.” The baron’s voice was certain. “Because she rejected your advances? I think it shows remarkable fortitude on her part and bad taste on yours. What were you thinking?” The baron scowled. “You know about that?” “Of course.” “She felt it?” “She did, and it enraged her that you would try a psychic seduction on first introduction. I have to admit that hearing of it shocked me as well.” Rackon collected the hypos that the staffer handed to him and checked them one by one. When he was certain that all was as had been written, he took the supplements and slid them into a bag. Baron Thakeri was stunned. “I had no idea she knew that I—” “Had no self-control?
