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”You left that part out.”
She pulls his head down to whisper in his ear, “My magic. I know you were surprised in a bad way. I can always know what you are feeling, Mordred.”
“You’re an empath?” Mordred asks, turning his head to the side, his lips mere inches from her face. “You never told me?”
She lets go, steps back, and starts to fidget. Not looking him in the eyes and suddenly frightened of his reaction, she mutters, “I didn’t know how. Talking about our,” she flourishes a hand, “it hurts you. I tried to, I said, I told you that you couldn’t lie to me, but we got sidetracked.” She sneaks a glance at his face.