“What do you mean?” Simon crossed his arms, ignored any further offers by Gage to take Lark home and lasered in on her.“Every witch has a set of gifts. A tendency toward a certain kind of talent and spellcraft. Some are masters at potions. Some are great with warding. You know the drill. One of my particular talents is the ability to get inside someone’s head. Not all the time. Not with other witches usually, because they have warding against it. And because we have rules.”“The covenant you were... talking about?”“Yes. Sort of our Geneva Convention. We could mess each other up. Mess up Others. What we can and can’t do to a prisoner is very clear. I wouldn’t misuse my magick for kicks or power trips. But this mage isn’t a witch. And he sure as hell isn’t considered a combatant under our rules. This isn’t war, this is hate crime. This is an assault on everything we are. There are no rules to obey here, they’ve made sure of it.” She shrugged.“So the covenant says none of this interrogation with the mind spells under defined circumstances.”“Exactly.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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