After the deal was done, Ivyrine came in with what looked like a Cheval Spiritual Screener, but was more intricate and portable than the heavier instrument the receptionists pulled around.
Either that, or Ivyrine had a gorilla's strength. I want to think it's the latter.
"Naturally, as a thousand-years-old or so god-touched, normal Screeners will never be able to withstand your power." Her voice was calm and quite serious. "This one is specially calibrated for entities of your nature. It should be able to read you without breaking, as long as you don't actively resist the reading."
A Thousand what?!
Eric told him my fake age?
My head snapped toward Eric, who was standing near the door like a nervous sentinel, his face flushing a deep crimson as he suddenly found the grain of the wood paneling absolutely fascinating.
