It wasn't until I painted this that I realized how pretty Melissa is. It's like my brain caught a flash of her face between disgusted expressions, and stored it for later use. Not that it's totally her fault she's such a bitch-goddess. Being a mind caster must totally suck. It's like mind-reading with one slight problem: there's no way to shut out other people's thoughts from her head. She says it's like being in a room full of radios, all on different stations and all turned up to maximum. "Mind-noise" she calls it. The only people who she gets a clear signal from are other midnighters, especially Rex. She gets a break at midnight, when all the normals' brains switch off, and she can taste thoughts all the way across Bixby--even the minds of darklings. (Not sure I'd be into that either, actually.)