<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">“Fuck…sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. It slips out.” </span>Veronica<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)"> </span>promptly apologized for doing her mind invasion Bella.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">“I can. Read minds that is. I can do a few other things but I was never trained. Just kinda happened as a kid. Gifted they called it. But aren’t you going to even question how they found us?” </span>now that question was addressed to everyone in earshot. Honestly she was so far above the radar in Mexico but here she pretty much went low key. Ocasional tarot readings and seances but nothing to bring spotlight on her.<br/><br/>It was hard keeping a lid on her powers especially if she got emotional.<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">“Trust me you don’t want what I have. Grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.”</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">this </span><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">time she mentioned to Bella alone. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">“It would’ve been nice to have beer or pizza delivered if this was supposed to be bonding.” </span>leaning back in her chair as she looked leaning her jean back letting her hair fall. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">“am I the only one who thinks this is crazy?”</span></span>