Eccelisa leaned back her head and regarded Dasavi with her blue eyes half open. The way she sat, relaxed and almost sleepy, was nearly sexy. "Who knows," she said with a shrug. "If I was a Reader, maybe I would know. But, being as I'm not..." she let her sentence trail off. She was on the borderline of hatred when it came to Readers, those who could read minds, for it was a Reader that brought Chorl to her mother. The one who killed her childhood. Thinning her eyes angrily she stared daggers at the ceiling. What was about this girl made her defenses crumble?