My mouth dried at the knowledge that he’d used compulsion, but it wasn’t that he’d done it that caused the reaction. It was the reminder of what he could do. That kind of ability was frightening—and awe-inspiring. And not using it whenever he could was also impressive. I doubted that I’d have that kind of strength of character. I frowned. Was I actually complimenting his character? The man who had lied, kidnapped me, and held me captive? I obviously needed more rest.
