That too was a problem. Fucking psychics! It wasn't right for people to be able to do such things. To have such an unfair advantage over the rest of the world! Anger twisted across Aidan's face and his fingers clenched around the glass. "Well we'll just have to think of something," he said stiffly, 'we', as if O was somehow a co-conspirator in all this. "Because you had better hope they don't find you. Or all they'll be finding is a corpse."