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”You left that part out.”
“Y-you’re not angry? That I didn’t tell you?” The fear comes out in her voice, rendering it small and high and dumbfounded. True, very few people have ever known the truth of her magic, but almost everyone who had become aware of how easily she read people, regardless of what they considered the source, found it to be offensive, as if she was revealing things they didn’t want known.
Mordred shakes his head. “No, I don’t ask you to tell me everything, Summer.”
“I would,” she says, quietly, and steps forward to bury her face in his chest. “I would tell you anything, and it’s a little frightening.”