“It was when Adam came back,” Tad said. “It isn’t easy to steal someone’s will. With Huon’s Cup . . . before . . .” He made an unhappy sound. Looked at Asil, who might or might not know about that incident. Before. When I’d been raped because I could not resist the magic of the cup I’d drunk. Tad cleared his throat. “The cup that worked on Mercy before used the act of drinking out of it to imply consent, and it was a more powerful artifact in the first place.
