Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mindreader: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 16

Tiffany’s POV I told Mercer what happened. I held my hand up toward the camera first, still faintly red under the loose bandage Scars had wrapped earlier. It looked worse than it felt, which was saying something because it already stung every time I moved my fingers. “It’s fine,” I said quickly, flexing them once just to prove a point. “See. I can still move my hand perfectly.” Mercer’s expression changed the moment he saw it. The pen in his hand stopped mid-air. “That is not fine, Tiffany,” he said, voice low, controlled but sharper than usual. “How did that even happen?” I explained it. The cup slipping from my hand. The sudden burn. The way everything happened too fast to stop. And Lucas just sitting there. By the time I finished, Mercer was already leaning closer to the screen like he could physically reach through it. “You should have been more careful,” he said. “I’m okay,” I said. “Really.” What I did not say was how it bothered me that Lucas did not even ask if I was

Tiffany's POV A heavy arm locked around my waist and yanked me backward into a pitch-black alcove. I thrashed instantly. I drove my elbow backward, aiming for ribs, and brought my heel down hard, completely forgetting I was barefoot. My heel slammed into something solid. The man grunted but did not let go. “Stop fighting,” a harsh voice hissed right next to my ear. “I work for Mercer.” I froze. My pulse hammered against my ribs, but I forced myself to stop struggling. The hand slowly moved away from my mouth. I spun around, my back hitting the cold steel wall of the alcove. The man standing in front of me was tall, dressed in a faded mechanic uniform that blended into the shadows. “Prove it,” I demanded, keeping my voice barely above a whisper. “Why should I believe you actually work for Mercer?” “Captain Dean Mercer sent your file before you boarded,” he said quickly, glancing down the corridor behind me. “Yours and Detective Hale’s. I know who you are, so do not start doing th

Tiffany's POV The silence stretched between us until Lucas let out a short, mocking laugh. “Right,” he said, turning around and grabbing the strap of his duffel bag. “Keep lying. That’s real convincing.” “I’m telling the truth!” I stepped forward and grabbed his arm. “I swear to God, Hale.” He ripped his arm away. “You can read every damn thing in my head. Every single time. You do it without even trying. And you’re telling me you can’t read his? Yeah, right. Keep playing games.” “I’m not,” I yelled. “I have never been able to hear a single thing inside his head. From the very first second I met him in that ballroom, there was just dead silence. I have absolutely no idea what he is thinking.” Lucas stared at me, searching for any sign that I was lying. The rigid anger in his shoulders slowly began to crack as he realized I was telling the truth. Then his expression darkened even more. “Then you lied to me from the very start,” he said, his voice completely flat. I swallowed ha