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At all of five feet four inches she wasn't the tallest, her slim build wasn't going to intimidate anyone. But the petite blond was a psionic powerhouse. With her telepathy she was able to access minds and not only read thoughts but control and reorder them. She could scramble a brain as easily as eggs. She most notably used this ability, nicknamed The Glow, to soothe the savage beast in Victor Creed and allow him to function on a normal level.

She can trip any part of the brain, pleasure, pain, fear, wonder and cause any variety of experience in the person she's targeting. This mastery of her ability makes her highly effective in ways of both helping or devastating someone.

She also has a penchant for weapons larger than herself. She likes things big, rough, and strong.

He'd given her the keys and address so she'd gathered up her things from the seedy motel she'd been staying at and took a cab over. It was a nice place, Vic was apparently doing well for himself. They'd stayed in some fleatrap hell holes before, but this was nice.

Once inside she did a sweep, best way to learn her way around. There were two bedrooms so she dropped her bag off in the smaller one and toured the rest of the floor. When she saw the show she could have come right then. Deluxe fixtures, huge area, made sense since Vic was not a dainty guy, lush towels.... talk about upgrades.

Birdy stripped down at once and turned the water to almost as hot as it could go, in a couple minutes the room was hot and steamy and she stepped inside with a groan of pleasure. She planned on a nice long shower to soak away the aches and pains as well as the dirt.

Never underestimate the raptors.

[Her leg jumped with that drag of sharp claws and hitched around his hip, her heel digging into his lower back. Why this didn’t terrify her, at least why it didn’t terrify her more than it excited her was a mystery. She knew she had problems, she’d long since accepted that but this was quite literally playing with death.]

I didn’t say I wouldn’t, just said maybe I didn’t want to yet. Don’t think you’re the only one with survival instincts.

[That was as much retort as he allowed her before his mouth all but swallowed her words. Her body was practically envelope by him but she refused to be his passive toy. Her teeth nipped sharply at his tongue, his lips and she pushed back to him; nails dragged through his hair using it to pull him closer until she had to break the kiss to breathe. Short panting heaves of air puffed across his mouth.

The glow was just seeping now, thin and soft and no more than a touch or cool breeze through his mind. But when he stepped things up, when he escalated there were spikes. Unintentional, uncontrollable reactionary bursts of something like the glow but lacking the total calm. Stir passion and it will eventually boil.]

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