Zeyan has been banished by her own race and her talents have developed under the careful eye of the instructors at the Citadel. When a psychic plague breaks out that shatters the mind body connection, the locals call the Sector Guard and they, in turn, call the Soul Keeper. It is time for her to return home.
Orenn has envied his cousin Fenn’s life and love in the Sector Guard. As a telepath at the Citadel he recognizes a powerful will when he sees it and when Zeyan looks into his eyes, he also sees his future stretching before him, with her at his side.
He had no idea it was going to be the other way around.
Zeyan’s head still ached and her skin was too tight, but the healer’s pain was far more obvious than hers was. She moved to help the woman as the healer struggled to stay upright.
They moved together and exited the shuttle.
The sunset was just taking hold and there was a peace that ran through the very air.
Three figures in robes approached them and asked Fury, “What happened?”
“The healer made contact with your new student and collapsed.” Fury handed her over.
The contact healer tried to smile. “It was more than I expected.”
Zeyan was embarrassed. “I am sorry. I have never done anything of that nature before.”
One of the robed figures, a male with wavy blond hair and pointed ears, smiled at her, gently taking her arm and leading her toward the doors. “What did you do, my dear?”
“Her touch was looking for pain, so I gave it all to her. I didn’t know she wasn’t prepared for it, so I took it back, but it was too late.” She could feel the blush as they stared at her.
The healer nodded. “It was more than I was braced for, but if you walk around with that all day, you are definitely in the correct place.”
Her companion helped her to the interior of the building and Zeyan was left with the Guardsmen and the two other robed figures.
She didn’t know what to do, but when she felt a touch on her mind, she straightened and slammed it back at its owner. The woman on the end swayed and blinked rapidly. “That was sudden.”
“I am not used to…why are you trying to touch my mind?”
The male with the pointed ears smiled. “We are merely trying to determine the nature of your gifts.”
She crossed her arms and scowled. “Fine, take me to a dead body and I will show you.”