Chapter 7

Zaliver lifted his hands to my face. His fingers hovered for a second before they made contact. They could hear my breath hitch, his fingertips lingered on my cheek where tears were streaming and travelled up to my temples. His fingers began to feel warmer and then hot in a flash, I could feel my pulse at his fingertips. He then touched my forehead and felt force pushing against my mental barrier. The force weakened as it pushed forward like a ghost through a wall. I was prepared to push back and fight for my mental block to stay up but he just slipped through. I wasn’t ready for this. He was right. There was no pain, but there was discomfort—the feeling of being violated in an intimate manner.

I couldn’t feel his fingers anymore, but I knew they were there. I didn’t know what he was doing, but I could feel him in my mind. I felt him go through my thoughts, secrets, and memories which was a total invasion of privacy. Each memory and thought he passed through clung to him and floated o