I almost lost my composure at Arwen's bold and direct question. She stood tall with her beautiful eyes focused on me as she waited for a response. I looked up at the camera, hoping no one had heard that. Arwen would be under constant surveillance, she had to know that. Why would she ask such a dangerous question?
"They can't hear our thoughts." Arwen said, her voice an echo inside of my head.
It was then that I noticed Arwen hadn't moved her lips when she spoke, she had projected the words into my head. She rolled her eyes at my slow assessment and nodded for me to say something.
"You know your father." I projected back to her.
She walked over to one of her bags and rummaged through them. She took out a small plant she had hidden and signaled for me to step closer
