“So can you and he talk to each other mentally ?”
“Yes.”
“So, he can influence your thoughts?” The whispered conjecture lingers in the air between us. What on earth? I’m horrified at his assumption. Geraint has not influenced my thoughts; if he was capable of doing that he could have had me join Tiberius, do his bidding without any defence. The heat rises in response.
“No, he can talk to me, he can show me his thoughts and memories and I can show him mine, but he can’t influence me in that way. If he could, do you think that I would be sitting here with you?” I need to remain calm and take a long drink of water to gather control. Lycur is still frowning; my simple explanation has done nothing to quell his fears. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I knew he would overreact.
“How
