Olivia
After what felt like an eternity, the boat finally broke through the storm and pulled up against the dock with a jolt. I lifted my head from where I had it tucked into my knees, shivering against the cold and the wind and the rain.
Finally, we had made it. But it was so late now—a quick glance at my phone, indicating that it was well past midnight and I still hadn’t received any word from Nathan, sent my heart pounding. I needed to hurry.
I released my psychic hold on Eleanor, the power of Suggestion draining from her eyes. Standing, I felt my weak legs wobble beneath me.
Hours of holding someone in Suggestion was far more than I had ever trained for, and I had managed to keep myself awake by conserving my energy throughout the ordeal, but now I was paying the price
