I tried to keep my composer under this blindfold when I was really having a breakdown. I mean, he’s already killed two people, plus Dellin wasn’t sounding so hot. “So please Bree, tell us about yourself.” Er? What point is he trying to get at? “Uhm…okay. My name is Bree Grenhil. I’m 15-”

“That’s not what I’m talking about,” Cody hissed. I wandered through his mind…trying to search for something…then I hit a brick wall, leaving me shocked. My conscience beat against it mercilessly, but to no avail.

I can’t take it anymore. I give up. I heard Dellin think. “Dellin don’t give up yet,” I encouraged. Cody groaned, “Guess I have to do everything,” he paused and I heard the click of a gun being loaded. The gun was fired, and the shrieking went off in my head. He shot Dellin again, killing him. In the background of the painful scream I heard the words, “Bree Grenhil is telepathic ladies and gentleman.”

I didn’t focus on that. I focused on Dellin’s last thought:

Finally the pain has ended.