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That suggested it had to be a Mind Spirit, didn’t it?

It also meant the boy wasn’t all that useful, at least in terms of information.

The disappointment had me tapping my foot as I considered my options. I could try to get the boy to contact the supplier, then follow him to the meeting. However, if it was a Mind, they’d probably spot me before I could do anything useful. In fact, it was possible that their powers would impact me as well.

But would it affect Harrison? As an exceedingly powerful Mind, he could probably resist anything someone else did.

However, given that they usually could spot one another, he’d probably get spotted well before we could make our move.

Which meant what I really needed was to have a reason for the supplier to come to me.

I pressed my lips together, an idea hitting me. It had to be one of my worst ideas, all things considered, but that was a pretty low bar already.

The boy took a step backward, as though he could just read on my face how much he didn’t want to be a part of whatever I had planned.

Which was fair.

I’d done a lot of fucked-up shit before, things I wasn’t all that proud of, but who knew that my next step would be becoming a drug dealer myself?

Talk about moving up in the world…

Chapter Seven

“You have got to be kidding me,” Harrison muttered for what had to be the hundredth time that night.

“If you’re going to keep complaining, can you at least make it entertaining?”

“How can this be entertaining?”

“Anything can be entertaining,” I pointed out. “I mean, you’re talking to the girl who makes pap smears a party!”

Harrison gave me a deadpan look that called me an idiot with no words needed to get the gist.

I rolled my eyes and leaned back, my head still killing me.

“Headache?” he asked, his gaze back on the work before him. It was almost impressive how he could do something so technical while somehow paying attention to me and my state.

“How can you tell?” I closed my eyes and rubbed at my temples. “Can you sense that?”

“Usually, yes. I can feel not only the emotions of those around me but also the physical issues.”

I opened one eye to peer across the room at him. “Does that mean you get off if others are having sex?”

He narrowed his eyes but didn’t look my way, answering the question for me.

“Well, well, well, who would have figured you for a voyeur? It’s always the quiet ones, I’m telling you. I’ll make sure to have some solo fun while in the same house. You could use the excitement.”

“You know, normal people don’t bring that sort of thing up in mixed company.”

“Yeah, well, when have I ever been normal? What’s the point in that anyway? Normal is boring.”

He shook his head, closed his eyes, and moved his hands across the items in front of him. He had a metal tray out on the large dining room table, his body hunched over it.

It had started as sugar, but after a very boring and complicated process that had involved me ignoring it and napping a few times, now resembled the clear crystals I knew Cloud to be.

“This is a mistake,” he said again, his voice soft, as though he couldn’t help saying it even if he knew it would do no good.

“This is our only choice. If you have a better idea, go ahead and tell me,” I pointed out—again.

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