Six Moons Of Desire
he muttered, unsure how else to reply.
She only nodded, motherly in her expression.
Then her gaze sharpened. “How did you know the details of your crime scene? I thought there were no witnesses.”
He hesitated, unsure if he should reveal his truth. But he did anyway. “I have this gif—I mean, curse. If I touch people, I see their memories. I feel their emotions. I know what they’re going through.”
He braced himself for disbelief. Instead, she smiled, nodding as if it made sense. She touched his hand, and a wave of satisfaction, happiness, peace coursed through him.
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