“Did you tell him about my trips here?” Xaden questions, his eyes hardening. “No!” I shake my head. “Unlike some people, I never hid anything from you.” He draws back, his gaze shifting left and right as he thinks before settling on me again and widening. “Violence,” he says softly, “did Aetos touch you after I told you about Athebyne?” “What?” My brow furrows, and I shove an errant strand of hair out of my face as the wind swirls around us. “Like this.” He lifts his hand to my cheek. “His power requires touching someone’s face. Did he touch you like this?” My lips part. “Yes, but that’s how
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