while he prepared for my first job. He claimed that he'd had people watching me while I was on campus, so he hadn't believed me when I'd tried to convince him that all I could do was inspire artistic creativity in people. He'd just scoffed and threatened some more. I'd pushed around inside the minds of the two guards who brought me back to the room, just a little. I wanted to see if they'd notice. So far, they hadn't seemed to notice at all, and I'd managed to convince them that they should treat Mina and me politely, and to plant a reluctance to drug us. It was the best I could do subtly and quickly. I put Daniel's medallion around my neck, tucking it under my shirt against my skin. I needed to keep it close to me, to keep remembering him. Mina was still sprawled on the chair where I'd left her. She was asleep, her dark eye makeup smeared across her temple and her hands tucked up under her head. The translucent silver and gold cords that snaked in and around Mina were all tangled up in complicated knots, and that seemed wrong to me.
What do You think about Muse (Descended From Myth)?
