He thought he would be able to tell if the memories were false. He knew Edward. Even through another’s eyes, he would recognize his brother. Beth Nakamora closed her hands around his wrist. He felt a tentative inquiry into his thoughts, like a feather tickling against the inside of his head. She was asking permission to invade his mind. If nothing else, she was polite. He answered her the same way she asked: telepathically. “You did not request permission to read me earlier.” “I had to know you weren’t a danger. I had people to protect. This is different. This is deeper and more intense. It could hurt you. I need your permission to proceed.” “How good of you to be concerned about me.” “We don’t have to be enemies, Richard.” “That remains to be seen.” The room around Richard disappeared.
