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spoke, sounding like she had been speaking underwater for a second. It was a sound Cora only heard when someone was not being truthful to her. Studying her friend, she waited to see if she was going to elaborate her point but instead she just stood there, her hands twisting into knots in front of her.
    Regardless of what Cora had said when she was drunk, people didn’t actually glow. She had developed a good eye for reading the body language that occurred when people lied, but the biggest tell-tale sign for Cora was their voice. It was the main aspect of her ability and was ninety-nine point nine per cent fool proof.
    Cocking her head to one side, Cora placed a hand on her hip while raising an eyebrow in question.
    “Really? You just happened to have a ‘bad feeling’?” Cora asked indignantly, trying to get her friend to own up to everything without having to use her ability. She didn’t want to cause more trouble by calling out every lie.
    “Yep.”
    Her short and to the point response only added to Cora’s certainty that she was lying. Even without her ability, Cora would have been able to tell that.
    “Come on, Misty, you know I can tell that’s not true,” Cora said, walking past her to collapse on the sofa.
    “God, I hate that, Sarah. It’s so unfair.” Misty followed Cora’s lead and sat down beside her, making sure to stay facing Cora.
    “Life’s not fair, deal with it. I didn’t ask for this ability, it’s something I was born with. You think it’s unfair on you? Well try living with it,” Cora snapped.
    Holding up her hands in defence to ward off Cora’s attack, Misty tried to placate her friend, unnerved by the harsh words. She had become used to Cora’s mood swings and verbal assaults—it’s who she was—but that didn’t mean she liked them, especially when they were directed at her.
    “Sorry, bad day. Just tell me the truth, yeah? It’ll just save me a lot of time calling your bluff,” Cora grumbled as she hung her head in her hands and her fingers went to work, massaging the creases caused by her frown.
    “I don’t know that much really. After you left Sam’s they all ganged up on you. They’re scared and think you know the truth about every lie they’ve ever told. Sam was talking about how you should be dealt with and the others agreed.” She paused, looking up at Cora, waiting for her to either believe or confront her.
    When met only with silence, Misty continued. “Anyway, I tried to talk them round. I told them that you didn’t know what the truth was, just that they had lied. I also tried to get it into their heads that you wouldn’t remember every lie ever told—you probably hear so many—but they were having none of it. It didn’t matter to them that you were a friend so I left. I didn’t want to be part of anything Sam was planning.” Misty shrugged, signalling the end of her explanation.
    There was no need for Cora to ask any more questions, it was obvious Misty was telling the truth and she had no other information.
    “Well he did it. That asshole turned me in to Rogan. I’ve spent the last two years making sure he didn’t detect my presence. I lived right under his nose in a place he would least expect and today a gang of his thugs show up to try and ambush me. I have been free of running for years and now Sam has started off the whole chain of events again. You haven’t told anyone where we live have you?” Cora rose and moved towards the kitchen. She needed to busy herself with something, so grabbing a mug, she started to boil the kettle and hunt for the instant coffee.
    “No, of course not. You told me not to…a reason I’m starting to understand…Wait, what do you mean ‘started it again?’” Misty enquired as she walked over and pulled her own mug out of the scarce cupboards.
    Sighing, Cora once again kicked herself mentally for her slip up. She didn’t really want to relive any of the past but felt she owed Misty a half-truth if she was