Phoenix Fallen (Phoenix Inc. Book 2) by Heather R. Blair

Author:Heather R. Blair [Blair, Heather R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Trampled Herb Publishing
Published: 2015-03-01T00:00:00+00:00

“He’s a fucking what exactly?” Jules snapped at her when her voice faltered after the second or third time he made her go through it all.

“An empath, a pathokinetic para, you would say.” Rissa’s stare was blank. Jules could see she was mentally exhausted, swaying slightly in the bed she hadn’t moved from in almost two hours. He didn't care. She didn't matter anymore.

He couldn't let her matter anymore. Not now.

And he needed to hear it again. To understand this madness. “He’s a very strong one, Jules."

“But that, that …” Jules’ mind was reeling. Empaths, a broad term encompassing those paras who could read emotions and thoughts, or induce them in various ways, or a combination of both, were almost always good. Seeing inside other people’s minds and memories seemed to be a straight path to well …, empathy. You heard of empath kids living hard using their talents in nefarious ways to survive, but generally paras with any kind of empathic power grew up to be kind, generous and warm.

Like Fannie. Even Mags, who was definitely a slippery sort, was nonetheless one of the best people Jules knew.

An evil, psychopathic empath? It made no damn sense. And a pathokinetic, at that.

Jules felt sick.

Pathokinesis was basically the power of emotional manipulation or, given the subject’s pliability, even absolute emotional control. A para with Daimen’s powers would be used at Phoenix in areas like hostage or treaty negotiations, mediation and other instances where reducing anger and conflict was of utmost importance.

As with all para talents, Daimen’s would depend to a degree on the psychological make-up of the person he targeted. Each human had varying degrees of susceptibility when it came to the different para influences. The stronger the para, the less individual resistances mattered, though people could be trained to strengthen their ability to shut empaths out.

But if this bastard were as strong as Rissa said, he would be able to influence almost anyone to do almost anything.

“What did he do to you?” For the first time in this very long conversation, a horrendous possibility occurred to him.

Rissa gritted her teeth, but refused to drop her gaze. “Whatever he goddamn well wanted.”

It hit him like a sucker punch, Jules actually felt the pain slam into his body. At what she must have endured, for years…fuck!

He couldn’t take it in. Unwillingly, sympathy and a possessive rage seized him as he thought of that demented bastard having Rissa under his control.

Jules put a hand to the wall, steadying himself as his world swayed. “Jesus, Rissa.”

She shrugged wearily, even though he could see the tears gleaming in her eyes. “It was a long time ago. And I got away. I was one of the lucky ones.”

"Does that make me a lucky one, too? Since I got away?"

He couldn't conceal the agony in his voice, he was too far gone to care. Jules watched as slowly Rissa got up and made her way to him. She put a tentative hand on his arm, her fingers feather light on his bare skin.

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