There was a noise from behind the mask: a halfhearted laugh. The fingers on his outreached hand flexed, and she probably felt it now: the force reaching out towards her. But this time, it was not oppressing but skirting along the edges of her mind, a threat of what was to come. “You think you can guard your thoughts against me?”
“Maybe not. Worth a shot.”
She replies, though Harli knows that she will not be able to. There had been no signs in her life that she was force sensitive and she doubted there would be any suddenly. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t try.
















