Saw himself through Tabak's eyes!
With a peculiar sense of detachment, he observed his own lean, muscular, sun-reddened frame, his wiry red beard, tangled hair, half-closed green eyes. And all the time he was aware of Tabak's flow of thought—her emotions, sensations, the bubbling fluid well of her subconscious.
"Now do you trust me?"
Jupiter was acutely embarrassed. Their conjoining was more intimate than any physical relation could have been. Tabak's very soul lay naked before his mind's eye.
"Trust you. Yes. For Pete's sake, let me go!"
He staggered, blinked, realized that she'd thrust him out of her mind. He wiped the sweat off his forehead, stared at the girl curiously.
Her cheeks were pink with confusion, and she wouldn't meet his eyes.
"I—I've never done that with a man before," she said. "You believe me, don't you?"
"Yes. But how did you do it?"
"By means of the Anolyn that are attached to our necks. See." She turned her back, lifted her wheat-blonde locks with one hand.