I find it strangely comforting, even with our minds threaded together, that I must endlessly explain things to you, Elspeth. Perhaps if you didn’t speak in half-truths and intimations, I might not PESTER you so. You would pester me no matter what I said or thought. I sighed. I dislike you greatly. But do you trust me? Do I have a choice? He said the same thing he’d said to me in my chamber at Spindle House—just before he took over my mind. My darling, you’ve always had a choice.
