07-17-2014, 01:58 PM
Alex smiled. He'd assumed she was a conspiracy theorist. Well at least her slip hadn't been taken for the real deal, but she could find out for sure. She sighed inwardly. That was cheating, her mother would have her writing lines for a month if she found out she even thought of using her gift to manipulate the situation. But here mother wasn't here. A sad groan and Alex knew her father was. He'd have no problem listening in his thoughts. He'd say 'Better safe than sorry'.
Of the two voices sitting on her shoulder she was more inclined to listen to her mother than her father. But what are the coincidences of this piece and her half sister being in Moscow at the same time. A trap?
Alex choose to listen and from the moment she opened herself to his emotions she felt the discomfort of lies, guilt and a heavy underlying fear. He knew more than he was letting on. She smiled. "I think thou dost protest too much, my friend."
"Perhaps a cup of coffee and we can discuss the nomenclature of secret societies?
Edited by Alex, Jul 17 2014, 01:59 PM.
Of the two voices sitting on her shoulder she was more inclined to listen to her mother than her father. But what are the coincidences of this piece and her half sister being in Moscow at the same time. A trap?
Alex choose to listen and from the moment she opened herself to his emotions she felt the discomfort of lies, guilt and a heavy underlying fear. He knew more than he was letting on. She smiled. "I think thou dost protest too much, my friend."
"Perhaps a cup of coffee and we can discuss the nomenclature of secret societies?
Edited by Alex, Jul 17 2014, 01:59 PM.