The nice thing about the seclusion of the Xaiver Institute was the privacy it offered. As long as one was mindful of air traffic, flying over and around it was a perfectly acceptable way to spend the afternoon.
And for Rachel, she needed the clarity the height provided. It wasn't fair to David or Starbridge (much as she'd come to like him, she couldn't think of Torn Ear in the same way as the other two) to keep going on like this. She needed to make a choice, let one or the other of them get on with his life.
Maybe she ought to talk to them now, in fact.
She landed and reached out with her mind, then gasped. There were minds she'd didn't recognize. Slippery, hard to read as though they'd had training against it, but she could sense their hostility well enough.
She needed to alter the others. She... needed to get ready to defend herself. One of the minds was near her.
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