Mind Reading 6

“Yes.” Kallist squeezed the hilt of his sword until he felt the leather wrappings start to fold. “Now, if you—”

He couldn’t breathe; couldn’t talk; couldn’t think. Kallist froze as though struck by a basilisk’s gaze. He felt a fist around his mind, keeping him from moving, from reacting, holding him firmly in place while Jace took the extra few moments he needed. Kallist felt the faintest touch, the legs of skittering spiders across the surface of his dreams.

Kallist gasped in shock and found himself slumped to the floor.

“Damn it, Jace!” Kallist couldn’t decide if he wanted to kill or to cry, and settled for an enraged shout. “You swore never to read—”

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Agents of Artifice, Chapter 6