KAHLAN“What did you just say?” My voice cracked like thin ice.Soren didn’t move. His shoulders were tight, his jaw locked so hard I could see a muscle twitch. The light carved deep shadows over his face, making him look furious and heartbreakingly tired at the same time.His storm-gray eyes—usually steady, usually mine—were glassy with something darker than anger.“Ethan told me everything,” he said, voice rough enough to scrape. “He finally said it. How long he kept it in, I don’t know. But he said it tonight. He used his gift on you, Kahlan. He pushed into your mind. He made you think you wanted him. He made you think it was your idea.”The words didn’t hit me all at once.They slid into me slow, like poison.“What?” I whispered. “No. No, that—no. That can’t be right.”My heartbeat slammed up into my throat.He had to be wrong.Soren had to be wrong.“I would know,” I said, shaking my head hard enough to sting. “I would feel it. I would remember something. Anything. I—Soren, I’m
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