The Peace Offering Luna He Sacrificed 77 Times
In my mind's eye, the barrier was a complex web woven from threads of malicious, shimmering energy.
This was... a mental barrier?
"Surprised?"
Fiona's voice came from behind me.
I turned to see her gliding toward me, the same sweet smile from the gala on her face.
"You?"
"Of course, me." She stopped in front of me, her smile turning cruel. "Did you really think all I could do was play the victim?"
"You..." I stared at her in shock. "You're not a normal Omega."
"Finally figured it out?" Fiona circled me like a predator sizing up its prey. "I'm a psychic-class Omega, one of the rarest breeds. And you?" She raked her eyes over me. "You're just a broken-down healer."