Legacy by Kate Kaynak Page B

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    I looked up to see Belinda framed in the doorway.
    She assessed the room with disdain. I wonder if the food is as bland as I remember it . I see that the décor is still tasteless, at least.
    Half the room assessed her underdressed assets right back.
    She caught sight of me and her diamond-hard anger slashed at my mind. Belinda sauntered with false casualness toward our table.
    Geez! Who wore spike heels like that in a rural place like this? She must impale the lawn with every step. I reached for Trevor’s hand, not sure which one of us needed the other’s protection.
    “Why, hello, Little Minder-Girl.”
    Arrrgh ! I hated her fake-sweet tone.
    She leaned in as if she were going to tell me something confidential, although her real purpose was to angle her cleavage into Trevor’s face. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you how to share?”
    I felt the killing energy flare up within my mind. I looked down at her stupid shoes and squeezed Trevor’s hand harder as I fought to control myself. I knew if I saw the smirk on her face, I wouldn’t be able to keep from blasting her.
    Back. The Hell. Off.
    Little Minder-Girl’s too weak to even look me in the eye. She leaned in close to my ear. “Jon won’t let you do anything to me. He needs me too much.” A twinkly-cute laugh brushed against my cheek. “Why, with a few words, I could have everyone in this room—” A sick, strangling sound cut off her description of the catfight-style, mass hair-pulling she’d been contemplating.
    Trevor’s invisible hand squeezed her larynx, forcing her silent. I really loved the way he did that.
    Belinda’s eyes bugged as yellow fear splashed across her mind.
    Trevor’s quiet voice carried through the suddenly hushed room. “Stop bothering my girlfriend. Go away. Now.”
    It was wrong how much I enjoyed watching Belinda slink, red-faced and rage-filled, from the building. I kept hold of Trevor’s hand, feeling my heart beat rabbit-fast against my ribs. Thank you.
    He smiled into my eyes. If someone messes with one of us, they mess with both of us.
     
     
    After brunch, I headed upstairs to Williamson’s office. He looked up from his computer as I came in. How’d it go?
    I closed the door and flopped into a chair by his desk. The trip was a waste of time—at least as far as Ganzfield’s concerned. I gave him the play-by-play of my mental investigation of Trevor’s stepmother’s memories.
    At least Trevor got to see his family and they got to meet you.
    I snorted. Yeah, I made a wonderful impression, especially with his grandmother. I bet by now she’s knitting us matching outfits. We can look like twins!
    Williamson rolled his eyes. I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.
    I snorted again and shook my head.
    So what was the point of us going? We didn’t learn anything that’ll help us stop Isaiah Learner from killing again.
    Not true. We now have a good idea of how large his remote-viewing range is. He changed direction and went after you from more than two hundred miles away. Of course, he may be able to sense even further; Charlie Fontaine’s range was over a thousand miles. He frowned. And we learned one more thing, Maddie.
    Huh?
    Isaiah saw you two away from the rest of us and tracked you for hours. He went after YOU.
    The implication slid into me like a steel knife. You want to use us as bait again, Jon?
    Not without your permission. He knew that was still a sore point.
    Let me talk to Trevor about it. If you can think of a good enough plan, we’d probably be up for it.
    Well…
    What? You already have a plan?
    I’m considering one, yes.
    I realized how much of his mind was shielded from me. I only felt the bare essence of consciousness from him. So? What is it?
    That’s the problem. If I tell you—
    — you’ll have to kill me?
    Isaiah might read it from your mind. Or Trevor’s.
    I pondered that. Which would basically defeat the purpose of having a “secret” plan.
    Pretty much.
    It also