My Talent's Name Is Generator

"You got yourself a new girlfriend or something?" Steve whispered.

I rolled my eyes and laughed under my breath.

"No, man. Not like that."

Then I whispered, "Lyrate, come out."

I sent a mental signal to the core, and immediately, a crimson mist surged out from my chest. A moment later, Lyrate appeared beside the couch, floating gracefully like some ghostly queen summoned from the afterlife.

Her red eyes shifted slowly, scanning the room and then locked onto Steve.

I felt a sudden jolt through my mental link with her. She was deciding whether or not to kill him. I didn’t need words. That judgmental, soul-scanning aura of hers said it all.

"Lyrate!" I called out quickly, sitting up straighter. "This is my best friend, Steve!"

I turned to Steve and nearly burst out laughing.

He was frozen like a statue, mouth hanging open, eyes wide like he’d just seen a goddess or a very stylish death angel.

"Uhh... hi?" he managed to squeak.