Originally Human by Eileen Wilks Read Free Book Online

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    I grimaced. He was both perceptive and persistent—useful traits, even appealing at times. But annoying at the moment. "I wanted… friends. Women friends. I missed that rather badly." I glanced at him, wondering if he could understand. "When I looked twenty and oozed sex, men wanted me and women disliked me. Now… well, I use a touch more power to get what I need from men, but not much. Half of seduction is simply wanting the person you're with. So most women don't see me as a threat, especially the younger ones. They don't think of a woman of my apparent age as sexual."
    He chuckled. "The young always think the world was born when they were."
    "Oh, listen to the graybeard. You're what—twenty-six? Twenty-seven?" I held my breath.
    "Hardly," he said dryly. "You ought to know better than…" His voice drifted into silence. I stole a glance at him. He was staring straight ahead, stricken. "It was there," he whispered. "For a moment it was all there, but it melted away."
    Impulsively I reached for his hand and squeezed it. His fingers closed around mine tightly. "But that's good," I said gently. "That means your memories aren't gone. They're just hiding for some reason."
    He drew a ragged breath. "Yes. Yes, of course. And I have been remembering some things. Nothing about myself," he said with a lack of emotion that, by its very dearth, revealed much. "But facts, concepts, theories—they float up when I'm not watching."
    "Then you'll have to spend most of your time not watching, won't you?" I gave his hand another squeeze and, reluctantly, let go. I needed both hands to drive.
    "That makes sense, but it's easier to decide than to do."
    "Like being told not to think of the number ten," I agreed. "I've got a couple of ideas, if you want to hear them." I paused long enough for him to object. He didn't. "First, I wondered if I was wrong about you being a sorcerer. You know so much—"
    "I am not a sorcerer."
    My eyebrows climbed. "You're very sure about that."
    "I can't be a sorcerer. It… isn't allowed. And I don't know why I just said that, so don't ask. But it feels true."
    Interesting. "Well, what about a scholar?"
    I felt more than saw his head turn towards me. "A scholar?"
    "You said you were a good researcher, and I think you must be. You've picked up an amazing amount in such a short time. You read very, very fast. You know languages and theories of magic and odd facts, and just have that manner—as if you've always loved facts for their own sake, not for what you can do with them."
    "Truth. Not just facts—truth."
    I smiled.
    "A scholar…" His voice was musing, but with a lift to it. He liked the idea. And that was all he said, but I was content to let him follow his thoughts. I had a few of my own demanding attention.
    Neither of us spoke again until the sun was well down. We'd reached Houston's greedy, spreading fingers—not the city proper, but Friendswood, one of the many small towns that lay in its path. People sometimes compare big cities to anthills, but I think they're more like mold.
    Anthills will only grow so large, but mold keeps right on spreading.
    I'd slowed to accommodate the heavy traffic when, out of the blue, he asked, "How did Erin figure it out?"
    "What?"
    "You said you didn't tell Erin what you are, that she figured it out."
    "Good grief. You have quite a memory." I winced. "I mean—"
    "I know what you meant. And yes, I think I normally have an excellent memory."
    "Do you remember everything?"
    "No, but what I do recall is accurate." He paused, as if considering something new. "It seems that either emotion or intent can fix things in my memory."
    "Hmm. Works that way for most of us. I wonder if emotion or intent could also make you forget."
    He shifted in his seat, looked out the window, then back at me. "What an uncomfortable thought. Why would I do such a thing to myself?"
    I didn't know, either. "So, what was the first thing I said to you?"
    "You hoped that I spoke English.