Reading Prevention

    At first I wasn’t sure he was even alive. His milky eyes stared into space. Then he focused on me, and electricity coursed through my body.
    He wasn’t just looking at me. He was scanning me—reading my entire being. Hide, something inside me said.
    I didn’t know where the voice came from, but my stomach clenched. My whole body tensed as if I were bracing for a hit, and the electrical feeling subsided.
    The old man raised an eyebrow as if I’d surprised him. He glanced behind him and said something in a language I didn’t recognize.