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felt something on his temple, and he touched it. Blood coated his fingers. “Did I hit my head?”
    The Minder looked at the healer, and they shook their heads.
    “No, you were a little enraged, so we called for help. A specialist was nearby, and she helped sedate you.”
    “She? Are you sure it was a she?”
    The Minder scowled. “Of course. Why?”
    He showed them the blood. “It is an old tradition, and the odds are against us finding each other, but the woman who touched me is sympathetic. I can feel her mind against mine, bleeding off my frustration.”
    The Minder smiled. “I guess you don’t need that Yaluthu. Too bad, it is already on the way.”
    Huros rubbed the blood between his fingers and his thumb. He raised it to his nose and inhaled. He looked up in shock. “She isn’t Ypran.”
    The healer inhaled. “That is correct, but if she is getting your frustration, I believe that she is now in need of therapy.”
    The Minder caught on and straightened. “I believe that I should do an assessment immediately.”
    Huros smiled. “I think that would be a good idea. I would like to meet the woman who is keeping me sane.”
     

Chapter Four
     
     
    Jimra was busy sweeping up the chunks of rock; she was humming a song her mother used to hum while she was administering stitches.
    She shook her head now and then, the frustration and fear kept surfacing, but she blasted them away with her logic. She had no reason to be frustrated and no reason to be afraid. Heck, she didn’t even need to breathe half the time. When she used her talent, her body manufactured the oxygen she needed.
    Viika continued to help her sweep up, and they had shovelled everything into a bin when a strange parade came out. The healer that had treated Jimra, the Minder who had worked on the other patient and the other man himself.
    All three men were staring at Jimra, and her mind took it as a threat.
    She burst into flame and stared at them; Viika moved to intercede.
    “Gentlemen. What are you doing here?”
    Jimra was fighting with control. She didn’t produce flame; she redirected it. This was exceptionally strange.
    “Instructor Viika, my patient has found that your trainee is sympathetic to him. He is coming to her for a formal introduction as their minds are already meshing.”
    Viika stared at the man in question then turned to Jimra. “Did you mix blood with this man?”
    Jimra scowled. “No. There might have been some blood on my hands from the cut, but I burned it off after I left the healers’ offices.”
    “And you touched his skin?”
    “Yes. I had to knock him out, so contact was required. If I got some blood on him, I am sorry. My suit covered the colour of blood.”
    Viika sighed and rubbed a hand along her black-red hair. “It isn’t that simple. If you two are sympathetic, you have compatible brain rhythms. The blood acted as a keying mechanism. His mind dumps into yours, and your mind locks to his.”
    Jimra’s flames flared white. “There was nothing in the documentation about this. I read all I could about Ypra physiology, and there wasn’t anything about that.”
    Viika groaned and rubbed the back of her neck. “It isn’t something we talk about. We like to think we have moved beyond our more base reflexes.”
    “So you pretend they don’t happen?”
    Viika shrugged. “Something like that.”
    The three men were staring at Jimra in shock as the two ladies carried on their conversation.
    Jimra sighed and dissipated her fire. “So, how does this get undone? I am tired of being irritated and scared.”
    The man she was linked to jerked his chin in surprise. “It can’t be undone.”
    “Why not?” She scowled at him. Jimra walked to him with long strides and poked him in the centre of his chest.
    “My mind is linked to yours. It cannot be undone without damaging one or both of us.”
    “Aha! So it can be undone.” She smirked.
    To her surprise, he threaded his hand through her hair and he kissed her.