Prologue

     At once, Delta’s eyes flicked back up to Booker’s face. As she pulled her hand away from his, her lips settled into a soft smile. 

     “Well?” Booker looked at her from under a furrowed brow. “You some kind of psychic or something?”

      “Not quite,” she said, pulling her hands back to her lap. He watched as her gaze drifted back to the dying fire. “But something like that, I suppose.”

      “So what’d you see?” He couldn’t help himself. He was curious. 

      “You’re a complicated man, Booker Veyhl,” Delta replied. 

      He shifted where he sat. “So is that a good or bad thing?”

     “It’s not really either. It just is. But you love your brother. I have no doubt about that.”

     Booker bristled. “Yeah, when I don’t want to kill him.”

     Delta laughed. He realized he liked the sound of it. “Can you see the future then? Know how this is all gonna end?”

     “I wish,” she chuckled. “But no. It’s nothing so special. Nothing so useful as that.”

     “Then what?” 

     “I can read energy. When I touched you, I could see you in a way no one else can. Who you are, what you love. Your intentions. Some might dare to call it the soul.”

     “So…you saw my soul?” Booker blinked. What darkness, what pure blackness existed within him? But Delta didn’t seem perturbed. 

     “I guess you could look at it that way. And before you ask, it’s not as dark and scary in there as you think.” 

     Booker laughed. He couldn’t help it. “That’s reassuring.”

     “There is a lot of your mother in you. More than you realize.”

     Those words caught him off guard. He felt all at once chilled yet warmed at the same time. He glanced at the fire to prevent Delta from seeing his face, sure his emotions were written there like a map to his heart. 

     “She’d be proud of you, Booker.”

      “I haven’t done anything to be proud of. Not really,” he grumbled.  Delta’s eyes were on him, studying him silently. He winced under her assessment, those eyes that seemed to see into his very soul.  “Why don’t you get some rest? Don’t think I’ve seen you take a break since Desmo.” 

     Delta stiffened. “I don’t—”

     “Don’t trust me to man the fire, but you can trust me to lead the EPs away? Get some sleep. Seriously. I won’t let anything happen.” All of a sudden the urge to be alone was heavy in his bones. Delta hesitated and he squirmed under her gaze. “Thought you saw my soul? Can’t you tell if I’m being sincere?”

     She smirked. “You’re sure?” 

     He nodded. “Yeah. Go ahead. Get a few hours. God knows we need you in fair fighting shape.”

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