Confessor~
Madelyn o’Jenna
Twelvestones
“Don’t be so stodgy. I only nudged him in a direction he was already eager to go,” said Madelyn. “Vyrdun is certain he thought of it himself.”
“You use it too readily.”
“What’s the point of a mindgift you can’t use?”
“Nurturing it is the point, Maddy. Being discreet and patient until it’s strong enough to be put to use without putting you at risk.”
“Fine. I won’t make a habit of it. Stop frowning at me.”
She’d spent the entire morning ratcheting up her nerve to have this talk, and she’d be damned if she would endure that angst again.
“I sent him away because I needed you here,” she said. “I have a confession to make. And like it or not, you are my designated confessor.”
Dara pinched the bridge of his nose, no doubt fending off a headache sh
