Why should DVDs get all the fun? now presenting the deleted scenes* from Legacy of Ghosts! In other words, The Lost Chapters. – click the link for more info.
Of course, since these are little snips, you don’t need to have read Legacy of Ghosts to enjoy them.
(Insert this at the end of Chapter Eighteen.)
Katelina stared at the window where light leaked around the dressers. Despite the precautions, the room was far from dark, and whether because of the light or her nerves, she couldn’t find sleep.
Jorick stirred beside her and murmured, “You should rest, little one.”
“I know, but I can’t.” She stopped short of mentioning why; the panic, the worry, the hovering thoughts of certain death. He’d know them all, anyway.
A sudden wave of relaxation crashed over her, and she could hear him soothing her, “Sleep. Everything is fine. Everything will be fine. Sleep-“
“No.” Despite the good intentions, she didn’t want him to use his mind tricks on her. “You know I don’t like that.”
He sighed resignedly. “Yes, I know. But, I thought rest was a higher priority, this time. You’ll need your strength tomorrow, and it seems a waste for you to ignore the resources available.”
“Resources?” she echoed incredulously. “I hardly call you ‘enchanting’ me to sleep a resource!”
“Why?” He rolled her over to face him and met her eyes with a challenge. “If you were tired and had sleeping pills then you’d take them, wouldn’t you?”
She knew where this was going, and she refused to play into it. “Maybe.” He narrowed his eyes, as if reading the truth from her, and she relented. “All right, fine. If I was tired enough, then yes, I would. But,” she added quickly. “I’m not that tired right now.”
“If you say so.” His shoulders moved in an almost imperceptible shrug and he rolled onto his back. “But, I did offer.”
They fell into silence and she stared at the dressers and the light leaking around the edges. Maybe she should take him up on it. After all, they’d have a fight tomorrow and-
And why didn’t he just use that mind control to win? “He could just take them over and-”
“Wouldn’t that be cheating?” he asked to her unspoken thought.
She started to chastise him, then let it go. What was the point? “Not really. If you got it, use it.”
His amusement was palpable. “Yet you just said-”
“That’s different,” she interrupted. “That’s on me. I’m not trying to kill you.”
“Really? It often seems the same.” He suddenly turned serious. “No, but they are, and that’s the problem. Influencing someone does require a certain level of concentration, and it’s rather difficult to concentrate while you’re fighting.”
“Well, yes, but you could stand off to the edge, couldn’t you? And do it that way? Or do you need eye contact or something?”
“That helps, yes. But, it’s faster to just kill them.”
His cavalier attitude struck her as wrong. “But what about someone strong,” she argued. “Someone you can’t beat easily?” Like Kateesha.
“If they’re strong enough to pose a challenge, then their minds are probably too strong. As for Kateesha,” he broke off and pulled in a tight breath. “I’ve told you before that I can’t read her mind. If I could, I’d have known what she was up to before she ever betrayed us.”
She didn’t remember the conversation, but he had a valid point. “Why can’t you read her mind? I thought you could read everyone’s?”
“No, not everyone’s. There are those who are far older and more powerful than me, and those who are stronger, and those who have a natural immunity. I imagine Kateesha falls into the latter category, or perhaps it’s because we had the same Master.”
Katelina shivered as she thought about the dark demoness and her vengefully gleaming eyes. That was something she didn’t want to think about, so she asked instead, “I don’t suppose you can read his mind, either?”
“Malick’s? No. And I doubt I’d want to.” Jorick changed the topic with an attempted smile. “But all of this talking isn’t leading to sleep. We can talk tonight. In the meantime-”
“Yeah, yeah. I know. I’m just… wound up.”
He gazed at her sympathetically, then drew her to him and held her close. His familiar scent filled her nose and his strong arms chased away the imaginary phantoms. “It’s going to be all right, little one. Trust me.”
Despite the comfort of his presence, she wasn’t convinced.