The sun had come up and the stone walls of the building were holding the heat like they'd been built to.
Still morning. Venna and I walked the corridors again. The air sat heavy and still between the walls. Every surface I touched came away warm.
"I'm really hungry," she said.
I turned to her. "Did you say that?"
She gave me a look and a small shake of her head. The blue hair was dry now, pulled loosely back. A thin line of sweat had started at her temple.
"I said I'm hungry."
"Yeah. Heard you."
She glanced sideways at me and faced forward again.
I still couldn't reliably separate what she said from what she thought. The ability had arrived without instructions and I was learning it live, on a woman who never stopped generating either. The words arrived in my head with the same clarity as speech, only quieter, and without the movement of her mouth to warn me they were coming.
