The Powerful Pride of an Immortal (Immortal Supers Book 4) Kurtis Eckstein (psychology books to read TXT) 📖

both hands, the blade closed, and just stared at it for a few seconds, all while I watched feeling confused as hell.

Her eyes were white again, and glowing softly, the whites of her eyes pitch-black. It was sincerely a creepy sight, but I did my best to focus on her behavior.

“Are you getting rid of it?” I finally asked out loud, wondering if it would be in bad taste right now to try to make a joke about getting rid of the murder weapon.

She hesitated. “Your daughter, Rose,” she began. “She can sense happy thoughts. But she can sometimes sense really unhappy ones too. I don’t want to bring this knife into the house. That man’s death is probably attached to it.”

I looked at her in shock. “Shit,” I hissed. “I had no idea.”

Winter nodded, still staring at the knife. “I know.”

“But, how did you even find that out?” I asked seriously, since the only way I could imagine it happening would be if Rose had come into contact with an object containing bad memories. And it would have been recent too, considering Winter had only been around for a week.

She grimaced. “Lexi has several items in her room that have very bad memories attached to them.” She looked up at me, her glowing snow-white eyes somber. “Lexi doesn’t even realize it. And she doesn’t actually associate the objects with what happened, or otherwise she wouldn’t keep them. But the bad thoughts are there, and Rose can sense it.” She paused, focusing on the knife in her hands again. “It’s why she’s never gone in Lexi’s room. Why she refuses to do so.”

Shit. I can’t believe I didn’t realize that, even after all this time! I mean, I couldn’t have known unless she told me, but still…

Unexpectedly, as a new possibility occurred to me, it felt like someone punched me in the gut.

I literally felt like I was going to be sick. “Does…” I took a deep breath. “Does she see the memories?”

“No,” Winter replied. “She just feels. But the feelings are bad. Very bad. So she simply avoids them. The good thing is, it’s nothing that Lexi brings out of her room.”

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, realizing I was going to have to speak with both Rose and Lexi, to try to figure out which items had the bad feelings attached to them. Because, even if it was something sentimental for Lexi, she couldn’t keep it in the house. Not if Rose could sense horrible emotions associated with them.

Dammit, I didn’t even know how such a thing was possible! I mean, if that was really the case, then almost any object could contain horrible feelings!

“Yes.” Winter agreed. “I also don’t understand how that works, since I only sense thoughts and emotions directly from people. And, it’s even possible that this knife won’t hold any bad feelings.” She looked up at me again, her moonlit gaze suddenly tender. “But, she’s your daughter. I don’t want to chance it.”

I couldn’t help it. Her saying that affected me. Like, seriously affected me. I reached out and wrapped my arm around her shoulders, pulling her in tight. And she let me for a few seconds, before she focused on the pocketknife again.

That’s when I realized something else was going on.

“Yes,” she agreed, responding to my thoughts. “Once I own something, it becomes mine. And I have a very difficult time letting go of it after that, even if it’s broken. I can share things, but giving them up entirely is…hard.” She then looked up at me. “I do give things up though. All the time. That’s why I don’t have very many possessions. But, it’s still hard.” Her glowing eyes focused on the knife. “Very hard.”

I nodded, letting go while taking a step back. “Then I’ll wait until you’re ready.”

She looked at me in surprise, before her black lips slowly formed a small smile. She then took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. “Okay. Now.”

Instantly, like when she’d punched Radley, all her muscles unexpectedly unleashed like a spring, her arm jerking back and then her entire body suddenly becoming a part of the swing. Her hand let go of the knife at a slight angle downward, causing it to hurtle toward the water over fifty feet away, before it hit the surface with such force that it was like a bomb had detonated in the pond.

Shit!

Damn, how was she so strong?!

I mean, I was pretty sure Freya was probably still stronger, but damn!

Winter stood straight again and frowned at me. “Maybe I’ll have to arm-wrestle Ms. Rosetti, though she might not like it very much if it turns out I’m stronger.”

I laughed at that. “Yeah, maybe let’s not go down that path anytime soon.” Although, while I didn’t want to belittle Winter’s strength, Freya could literally demolish a person’s head if she punched them as hard as she could. Or so I’d been told.

Winter’s expression was still serious. “Also, speaking of Ms. Rosetti. I have a message for her.”

“Wait, what?”

She looked me in the eyes, yet it felt like her glowing white gaze was seeing through me. “When we get back, I have no doubt Ms. Rosetti will want to see your memories. She may also work up the courage to try to view mine, even though her instincts are warning her not to, so I have a message for her.”

Shit, was that why Freya hadn’t even mentioned reading Winter’s memories? Because it was something I figured she’d bring up, but never did…

Winter paused, her moonlight gaze intensifying. “Ms. Freya, I know a little bit about your ability, and I am confident that you would not be able to handle experiencing what I go through every day. Especially not all at once, in just a few seconds. When I was younger, it took me a long time and a lot of help to learn how to cope with my superpower. And I sincerely believe that it