“You’re afraid I’ll cause him offense,” Giddon yelled after her, “your precious Lienid prince. And perhaps I will tell him my opinion. Perhaps he’ll leave more quickly if I encourage him.”

She didn’t listen, she didn’t hear. For there was too much noise inside her head. He had known Giddon’s thoughts. And he had known her own, she knew he had. When she’d been angry, when she’d thought highly of him. Other times, too. There must be other times, though her head screamed too much for her to think of them.

She had thought him a fighter, just a fighter. And in her foolishness, she had thought him perceptive. Had even admired him for his perceptiveness.

She, admire a mind reader.

She had trusted him. She had trusted him, and she should not have. He had misrepresented himself, misrepresented his Grace. And that was the same as if he’d lied.

Chapter Fourteen

SHE BURST into Raffin’s workrooms, and he looked up from his work, startled. “Where is he?” she demanded, and then she stopped in her tracks, because he was there, right there, sitting at the edge of Raffin’s table, his jaw purple and his sleeves rolled up.

“There’s something I must tell you, Katsa,” he said.

“You’re a mind reader,” she said. “You’re a mind reader, and you lied to me.”

Raffin swore shortly and jumped up. He ran to the door behind her and pushed it closed.

Po’s face flushed, but he held her gaze. “I’m not a mind reader,” he said.

“And I’m not a fool,” she yelled, “so stop lying to me. Tell me, what have you learned? What thoughts of mine have you stolen?”

“I’m not a mind reader,” he said. “I sense people.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean? It’s people’s thoughts that you sense.”

“No, Katsa. Listen. I sense people. Think of it as my night vision, Katsa, or the eyes in the back of my head you’ve accused me of having. I sense people when they’re near me, thinking and feeling and moving around, their bodies, their physical energy. It is only—” He swallowed. “It is only when they’re thinking about me that I also sense their thoughts.”

“And that’s not mind reading?” She screamed it so loudly that he flinched, but still he held her gaze.

“All right. It does involve some mind reading. But I can’t do what you think I can do.”

“You lied to me,” she said. “I trusted you.”

Raffin’s soft voice broke through her distress. “Let him explain, Katsa.”

She turned to Raffin, incredulous, flabbergasted that he should know the truth and still take Po’s side. She whirled back on Po, who still dared to hold her eyes, as if he’d done nothing wrong, nothing completely and absolutely wrong.

“Please, Katsa,” Po said. “Please hear me. I can’t sit and listen in to whatever thoughts I want. I don’t know what you think of Raffin, or what Raffin thinks of Bann, or whether Oll enjoys his dinner. You can be behind the door running in circles and thinking about how much you hate Randa, and all I’ll know is that you’re running in circles—until your thoughts turn to me. Only then do I know what you’re feeling.”