“But we were playing a dangerous game last night, and I should never have entered your mind.” She snorted. “Please. You’ve been entering my mind for years without permission, Toven.” His brows twitched in surprise, but he stayed silent. “How else would you know about Didion and me at the lake? And the laces,” she said, crossing her arms in a way unbefitting a princess. “Not to mention the pains in my legs all throughout year three. You knew all about them without me supplying the information.” Toven stared at her from across the room. “Ah,” he said slowly. “Yes, I suppose I did know all about
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