“My brother,” he murmured. The men that straggled behind Myra desired the same dream as anyone who’d come to discover her. So, why should she help him? A deaf stranger, who’s approach seemed nothing unique of the sort.
“Why must you see him so badly? “
Kellan, eyeing every stranger on the street, knew he’d already crossed the line. Asking for his personal needs to be met brewed inappropriate and unprofessional. He was ordered to bring her in. Not to use her.
“I need him,” was all he said.
Myra giggled under her breath. “Is that all? You need him?” she pointed to a dark-haired man behind them. “You see that bloke there? He almost jumped me yesterday, because he wanted to feel his girlfriend’s touch again. And the other one, couldn’t stop muttering his child’s name. Phillip or something.”
” It’s not about touch or lost. I need him to know something.”
Myra stopped in her tracks. “It all relies on memory. They don’t actually exist.”
“What if I told you I knew more about your ability than yourself,” Kellan pulled his ID from his pocket. As he placed it in her hands, his body surged with an adrenaline he’d never experienced. And, although it was just for a quick second, he’d swore he dreamed her. She was clear as day. Staring him straight in the eye.
“Fun fact,” Myra placed his wallet back in his hand without skin contact. “Don’t touch me unless you’re willing to give me all that cash.” Kellan swallowed shallowly, as he suddenly felt the urge to throw up. “Fun fact numero dos, feeling sick is just another side effect. Most can’t even bare a minute. So, don’t go around acting like you know my body better than I, myself do. And finally, if you’re not government, I’ll go. As long as I can take a friend .”