Clairvoyant. Huh. Magic dad, psychic mom. James was fascinating stuff. "It gets into your blood. Especially when you hear it from birth. I still catch myself thinking that way. And I'll never forget the time I left for good. My father looked me in the eye and said if I was against him, I was no better than a stranger and when the time came, he'd put me down like a dog."
"If your mom stumbled her way into a situation like that...she might not be getting the option to leave." But James didn't need to be told that.
At his last question, the brunette nodded, reaching up and pulling off her shirt. She let it pool to the floor next to them.