Chapter 9
“I’m not used to having people be able to read me so well.” And Isobel didn’t like it. Her emotional shield had been built right along with her emotion-sensing ability. For survival. She’d practiced until she could layer any emotion on the outside, no matter what she was feeling inside. It was a very useful skill.
This time Devlin waved a chowder spoon at her in a circular motion to keep going.
“What do you feel—right now?” she asked.
“You’re evading the topic.”
“No, I’m asking seriously. What do you feel? Do you sense the people around you, and what they’re feeling?”
His narrow-eyed squint said the answer was no. Which still left him a complete puzzle to her.
That meant she’d have to explain. And when she explained, his reaction was going to be all too predictable: disgus
