The Mind Thieves (The Mind Readers), p.27Lori Brighton
Nothing made sense. Underground Savannah? Mystery rooms? Mind reading priests? “I want to see Lewis.”
I released a puff of air, frustrated with his lack of information. “Where are we now?”
He looked thoughtful for a moment as he glanced up at the ceiling. “I’d say we’re under Johnson Square.”
The words meant nothing to me, but I made a mental note to check a map as soon as possible. It was hard to believe that just above us there were cars driving, people walking, clueless as to what hid below.
I slid the old man a glance. “Why not just tell me the truth? Why send Nora to lie to me?”
We paused outside a wooden door. “Because we feared if we told you the truth you wouldn’t come.”
Warning bells rang through my body, clamoring an alarm in my head. I knew, if they’d kept the truth from me, it must be something major. “What truth?” I demanded.
He pushed the door wide. Inside, the room was much like mine, only larger. Stone walls, dimly lit, no décor. In the middle of the room was a large wooden table which seated twelve. Only one chair was occupied. Nora stood as I entered. My hands fisted, heated anger rushing through my blood on a surge of pure hatred.
She looked nervous, unsure. That smirk she’d always worn was gone, replaced with obvious discomfort. “Hey.”
My God, she was afraid… of me. The realization made me feel better, but not much. I still wanted to hurt her. It was all I could do not to lunge forward and show her exactly how I felt about her little stunt in Massachusetts. “Where’s Lewis?”
“He’s okay. Don’t worry.” She shoved her hands into her jean pockets. “You’re safe now, that’s all that matters.”
How dare she act like she cared about me. “No.” I started toward her. She actually took a step back. “What matters is you tell me what the hell is going on. What matters is that you tell me where Lewis is. What matters is—”
“I know.” She held up her hands, warning me off. “I understand why you’re angry. And you can say whatever you want, but first I need you to meet someone.”
I paused, too damn curious for my own good. “Who?”
She took in a deep trembling breath. “Cameron,” Nora turned toward the far wall. “My mom.”
Confused, I spun around.
A woman stood, arms crossed, body still, as if watching a play. She was too far away and the room too dimly lit for me to get a good look at her. How long she’d stood there, I hadn’t a clue. Most likely she’d heard our argument, but I didn’t care.
The woman stepped away from the shadows and into the light, her movements fluid and easy, like a dancer. A tingle of awareness whispered over my body. An unease that rang through my brain, a warning that told me there was something important I’d missed. Even before I saw her fully…I knew.
My heart warred with my rational mind.
Her dark hair glimmered in loose familiar curls that ran down her back. Her blue eyes found me and she smiled, a slow, easy smile. A smile so familiar my heart squeezed painfully as it denied what my brain knew to be true.
“Hello Cameron,” she said softly, the voice achingly familiar.
“Mom?” I whispered.
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The Mind Readers Series:
The Mind Readers, book 1
The Mind Thieves, book 2
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Lori has a degree in Anthropology and worked as a museum curator. Deciding the people in her imagination were slightly more exciting than the dead things in a museum basement, she set out to become an author. Lori writes Romance for adults, as well as Young Adult books for teens and adults.
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