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Fort Daniels, 24 February 1871
Claire wasn’t sure what to tell O’Connell. She snatched her hand from him and flicked away the thoughts that no man would want to touch her hands if he could see her scars. She’d felt a warmth under her fingertips, but more than that, she’d felt the glowing sphere’s amusement at what had happened. But how? She was enough of a scientist to not want to present what she’d found unless she had a good explanation. And then she’d have to explain herself and what she could do, which she also couldn’t do logically. No, she’d stick with simple description for now.
“It’s warm,” she said with a shrug. “It feels good tonight. Is that what it’s supposed to be? A new heat source?”
O’Connell and Radcliffe exchanged glances. They’d obviously been friends for a long ti
