Night Whispers 2 : The Deception

“Indeed. And what else did this T’Pran teach you,” he asked, stepping forward closing the gap between them again. It was as if he well knew the power he held over women, how beckoning and forbidding he was, all at once. Brianna Cantrell stubbornly held her ground, gazing up at him with an all-knowing expression in her eyes. He would not get the better of her, she decided.

“If you will allow me, sir. I might be able to help you with that,” she said.

“Help me with what?”

“You have a most dreadful headache.”

“How do you know this?”

“I can see it.” Brianna shrugged.

“Indeed. Perhaps, we should call it by what it really is, Lieutenant. I have a hangover. I was just completely unaware of broadcasting my thoughts …” He seemed worried. Brianna Cantrell touched his arm and surprisingly Spock found himself grateful for the renewed contact.

“It isn’t you,” she said, “your shield’s intact. It’s me.

Sometimes, I see things. For instance, I was just wondering if you are regularly a heavy drinker or if this is merely how you react when given pretty disastrous news. Neither scenario seems to fit you. I would never take you to be a drunkard. You strike me more as the type who would just keep busy.

Waiting for whatever it was to run its course.

‘Specially if it’s something you’re powerless to change. Kiftiri being what it is, sir.”