I stood as far from them as I could, arms clasped across my stomach. I took a deep breath, and it was as if something had pulled back from me, like a veil being lifted. I felt that he'd made me a victim of his powers, by not asking first. I didn't lie about that.
Then, as abruptly as it had come, the vision passed, and his mouth was filled with the slipperyvileness of nausea. I'd had enough. I stared at that long-fingered, pale hand, graceful even in that small movement. From far offcame the sound of a car horn, lost in the darkness; and a truck, its diesel gut rumbling, shifting into gearas a stop light changed, then coughing away.
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