Noah froze. Every muscle in his body locked as his heart thudded against his ribs.
He hadn't made a sound. He hadn't even breathed loudly. Yet she had known.
The cloaked figure laughed softly, not aloud, but inside his head.
"I've known you were following me since the ballroom, Noah Webb. You hide your footsteps well, but your mind is just too… loud."
Panic surged through him. He had no idea psychics existed in this world, having seen none, but he should've expected it.
There were those who could read body language and infer accurately, but this was different.
She was actually in his mind. Her consciousness slithered effortlessly through his, like water filling cracks in stone.
He grit his teeth and forced his mana into his mind, flooding it with raw power until it burned. His skull throbbed, his temples pounding.
The laughter in his head grew louder. "Oh, clever boy. Flooding your mind with mana? That's… adorable."
