Katherine looked right into me with those fierce chestnut eyes, pinning me in place. "You're not your father." Her voice didn't have its usual sharp edge, and for once she almost sounded soft. She gently raised her hand and touched my cheek. Our lips weren't even three inches apart now. "I know you're not. You're good, and thoughtful, and kind. I know that. Even if no one else can see it."
her father watched as she screamed in pain of her visions. his colleagues stood at the door in horror. Steve stepped forward, about to wake her up, but Mara's adoptive dad stopped him. "If you disrupt her, you'll kill her and yourself," he said solemnly. Steve stepped back hesitantly and whispered, "She's just a child."