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Thomas pulled the saddle strap tight, working as quickly as he could. After a mainly sleepless night, he was eager to get back to the peace of the monastery and have a chance to think things through.
Speaker. He blew out a breath, trying to control the spurt of panic that erupted every time he thought of it. He didn’t want this, didn’t want any of it. Didn’t want to be here, stuck in the Dark Ages, didn’t want to be a demon-touched freak, and most especially, didn’t want the ability to influence another just by using his mind. But how could he ever stop himself from doing it, now that he knew he could? Worse, last night he had used the Gift unconsciously. What if that happened again?
Despair filled him, and his fingers stilled as he leaned against Missy, his eyes closing as he bent h
