One Night With My Alpha Professor
They were gray, just like Edwin’s, but less stormy.
“So, Audrey, any powers manifested yet?” he asked, sipping his coffee. “Turn water into wine? Fly? Shoot lasers from your eyes?”
I glanced at Edwin, who merely shrugged.
“Nothing quite so dramatic,” I said. “I can read memories.”
“Hm. Intriguing,” Peter said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Care to demonstrate? Or are you worried about what you might find lurking in the depths of my mind?”
I hesitated, glancing at Edwin again, who gave me a slight nod this time. Taking a deep breath, I focused on Peter, allowing my consciousness to slip into his mind.