glimpse
Mhazara shifted in the chair she was tied to, her shoulders aching. “I don’t know how the Gift is supposed to work,” she said, annoyed by the whole situation, “but mine doesn’t do what you’re asking. I can’t read people’s minds. If I’m lucky I get a glimpse of what they’re feeling at any given moment, but I can’t always control it.” That was a lie, and yet the truth. She couldn’t control the Gift – it was simply active m. “I’m obviously not the person you’re looking for.”
“No,” the elf said stubbornly. “It has to be you.”
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