“Yes,” Mom interrupted. “I do. My dear daughter, I know you want to protect us, but you’ve gone too far. If Losten meant us harm, he wouldn’t have said anything to your sister about her tail. He would have followed her back here or grabbed her, not eat supper with her family.” She sighed. “I assume your mind probe proved this?”
I glanced down at the floor. “I couldn’t figure out how to probe deep enough. So, I, I,” I paused, “I faked a bridge accident to see if I could force him to tell me he was Manicotti.”
My sister went ballistic and gave me a hateful expression. I didn’t pay much attention to what she said, but I figured now was not the time to tell her she should thank me. I muttered something about how he didn’t seem to know who the Manicotti were and that he had conflicted thoughts for my sister. I wish I had known how to conduct a better mind probe, that way I could have searched deeper into his thoughts. However, he didn’t know who the Manicotti were, so unless they had somehow erased his memory, he seemed clear of that charge.As Emerys spoke, it occurred to me that I knew more about how Losten felt towards her than she did. Over the last couple months, I’d heard her tell Cat that she didn’t know how this guy felt towards her. A feeling of empowerment washed over me. Emerys would have loved to know what I knew.