As Chris Laergas, with his magical ocean-blue eyes and slightly upturned lips, looked into my eyes, I replayed in my mind the question he had asked me.
The trace of his great-grandfather... Laergas... The connection is really easy to make.
But 'he' told me not to let his name even cross my mind. So... I can't make a single mistake.
Now... I have to think.
The man before me, Chris Laergas, doesn't seem to be able to read my thoughts or tell if I'm lying. If he could, he wouldn't have let me come all this way to talk about the library. He would have killed me... that's for sure.
But with that glint in his eyes and that strange magical feeling, he forces me to give the right answer. He may not be able to read my thoughts, but he can manipulate them in a strange way.
Even now this ability is active. In fact, I think this is the moment when it is most active.
