How is it, she has to wonder, that she keeps finding herself around men with a troubled relationship with mind control? A woman like her, someone who needs to just barely touch a person to slip into their mind and find their memories, manipulating them with ease. These men don't deserve to be near someone like her. Someone willing to do the thing that seems to have so hurt them.

"That's a dangerous ability," she says, which she knows from experience. Sylvie doesn't need to say a word, but physical connection matters.

She doesn't know which one is easier.