She crouched down by her driver’s side door, unseen because of the truck parked beside her, and placed her index finger on the mouse.
The mouse screamed.
Honest to Odin, screamed. The cry sounded eerily human. Shannon shuddered.
“It’s okay, little one,” Shannon said, as Salesti helped Essi jet through her finger, up her arm, and into her mind, while Shannon’s attention remained on the frightened mouse. “I won’t hurt you.”
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