My body slumped against the bed, my breathing shallow and uneven, my voice a slurred, dizzy murmur. "Kate… I'm… fine…" I lied, my words dissolving into a groan as I pretended to fight consciousness. My eyelids fluttered weakly, my muscles twitching as if I were on the verge of passing out.
But Kate wasn't buying it.
Her eyes were locked onto my sweat-slicked chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she took in the way my muscles flexed beneath my skin. "No, you're not," she hissed, her voice thick with false concern—but her mind was already racing with something far darker, far more depraved. "Look at you. You're burning up. You can't even—"
I tuned into her thoughts, my telepathy slicing through her mental barriers like a blade through silk.
Kate's Thoughts (Telepathy):
