Summer looked at Allison for a long moment, tongue flicking at her lip. Voice low, she said, “I’m going to tell you something. In exchange for what you’re telling me. Trusting me with. So you know I can be trusted, and that I believe you.”
Reaching up, she unclasped a silver figaro chain from around her neck, and laid it, and the crystal quartz charm it bore, on the table. When she spoke again, a deeper strain was evident in her face and body. “I’m an empath. I can sense your emotions. Your honesty. And I do think that if our places were switched, you would believe me. Because I can tell that this isn’t your first brush with — extraordinary things.”
The huntress’ brows shot up with the girl’s next words. She had never heard of an empath before. But it didn’t surprise her that there were other things out there besides werewolves, considering the discovery of werecoyotes and durachs.
“So…you can tell what people are feeling just by being around them? That sounds like it would be…overwhelming,” Allison mused out loud, watching as Summer laid the necklace down on the table. “But, how can you tell that this isn’t my first encounter with the supernatural?”
“I have shields,” she said briefly, tapping the quartz disc. “It’s … ” Summer hesitated, trying to fit words around it. “It’s the way you felt when you said he’s possessed. You’re upset, you feel helpless, but you — the bewilderment isn’t the same. It’s really hard to explain.” Her hands shifted on the table, making shapes as she tried to translate things that had no relationship to ordinary senses into words.
“I just know this isn’t new to you. This particular bit of it, maybe, yeah. But as a whole?” She shook her head.