_Your hand_, the voice cooed. _How did _**_that_**_ happen?_
_ _"You don't know?" Havard faltered. He had thought she could see... everything. If he was imagining her, wouldn't she know? She laughed.
_You thought I could see your memories?_
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"You can read minds," he muttered bitterly. He didn't know why he was humoring her. How did she know so much about him, then? It barely matter...