He could tell her no. He could, in theory, tell her he wasn't experienced enough to feel like he could do it safely. It wasn't far from the truth. He didn't think he would permanently ruin her mind in any capacity, but he didn't have enough skill to seek specific information without seeing things she might not want to share. She'd need to be open to him seeing everything, and despite how close the past few years had brought them he wasn't sure how comfortable she'd be with that.

He brushed his thumb against the underside of her chin before dropping his hand back to her side. He wasn't kidding anyone. He didn't know how to tell her no—not when she was begging him like this. He hadn't been able to when she showed up at his home needing someone to help dispose of a body, so why had he thought it would be any easier now?

"I could see things you don't want me to see," he warned, "I don't want you to be upset."

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