Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“Then the masking fades, the same way time always dulls our
memories. But by then I’ll have showed him how to do it, and he can
prepare his mind anytime he wants.”
“Question,” Ro said. “Does this mean I’m going to have to stand
here while you stare at each other and do boring elf-y mind things?
Because I’m already kind of maxed out, just from this conversation.”
Elwin laughed. “How about instead you leave them to work and
help me make the serum Sophie will soak her arm in tomorrow? It has
pooka pus.”
“Now we’re talking!” Ro said.
Sophie scowled. “I swear, I’m starting to hate elvin medicine almost
as much as human medicine.”
“Well, I’m loving it,” Ro told her, hooking her arm through Elwin’s
and leading him toward his office. “Bring on the pus!”
“On that note,” Tiergan said, turning to Keefe, “ready to learn how
to mask your memories?”
“Bring it on.” But he flinched as Tiergan reached for his temples.
“Right. Sorry. I always forget how grabby you Telepaths are.”
Tiergan placed two fingers against each of Keefe’s temples. “I’m
going to say the instructions out loud. That way Sophie and Fitz will
know how to walk you through this if you need a refresher. And now I
want you to close your eyes and imagine that you’ve just discovered an
empty box hidden in the center of your mind. Picture it any size and
shape—but it must have a color. And it usually works best if you give
it a color you’re connected to in some way. Don’t tell me what color
you pick—”
“Can’t you see it?” Keefe asked.