He places a hand on my cheek. “Do I terrify you, little witch?” “Yes,” I say without hesitation. “And how fearsome would my equal have to be?” he asks. I shake my head, not sure how to answer. “They’d have to be very powerful and frightening to be your equal,” I finally say. Memnon strokes my skin with his thumb. “I’m staring at her now.” “I’m not—” “You are,” he insists. I part my mouth to protest further, but he says, “I know you are afraid, but you are underestimating your own strength, est amage. I have seen that strength many times, and you saw it yourself last night, when you were one
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