sort through a wild tangle of emotions. Finally he took a deep, steadying breath, squaring his shoulders. There had been no black smoke from Ilseth’s mouth. The Elder was telling the truth—he wasn’t going to turn him in. “It…might be,” he admitted reluctantly. “I’ve never had visions of the future, if that’s what you mean. But I’ve always been able to tell when someone is lying to me…it could be a form of Reading, I suppose. I’ve never really been sure.” He frowned. “How did you know?”
