“The Mind Bar” by Tasha Cotter
At the Mind Bar, they each took a chair with a Mind Specialist, overhead lights beating down on each of them at their individual station.
At the Mind Bar, they each took a chair with a Mind Specialist, overhead lights beating down on each of them at their individual station.
Little scientists my ass! Left alone for a few minutes and they managed to do this.
“Can you use me?” My hands keep shaking.