Summer’s eyes flew open, huge and round. Her mouth worked, and one hand, trembling a little bit, brushed her temple. “That’s — ” she started, and stopped. She wasn’t even sure what she felt — raw amazement, faint violation, yearning delight — it was all a tangled mess inside her. At last, she said, “How did you do that? Can I do that?”
The Dark Fae chuckled at the shocked expression on her face. “It’s not ‘ard, love,” he told her gently, tracing a light pattern on her skin to distract her from the confusion. “Firstly, calm down, because I can’t ‘ear anything in your ‘ead that you don’t want me to ‘ear. And secondly, yes, you can. You just ‘ave to focus on me, and then focus on a specific thought.”
Mildly, she replied, “I’m trying to figure out how that works around what I already know. I don’t want to shove my feelings at you when I’m trying to scream for help, y’know.” She gave him a half-smile. “You forget I know something of this sort of thing already.”