“One of your Imperials did this to me.” She uncurls her fist from my shirt and gestures to her lip. “Speaking of, did you ever ask him about me? I’m sure he had much to say.” I had, and he did. After speaking with each Imperial assigned to the morning rotation, one mentioned his recent encounter with the Psychic. The man’s disdain for Paedyn was more than obvious as he recapped what she had sensed from him. And yet, he failed to mention how he’d hit her. Perhaps I’ll relieve him of one of his hands, so he never has the opportunity to lay it on a woman again.
