Leah braved a peek at Archer, who didn’t seem a) horrified, b) revolted, or c) bored. Just interested, and concerned. “The ones where I’m not an impotent observer, yes.” “What are you talking about, impotent? You—” “It means—” “Whoa, whoa.” Archer had his hands up. “I know what impotent means. From the dictionary, not from any, uh, personal issues. But how can you say you’re just a watcher—you got arrested with the entire French royal family! You tried to help them escape, it’s not your fault you all got caught. I mean it wasn’t your fault.” He squinched his eyes shut and rubbed them, hard. “Argh, hate talking about past lives, all the verb tenses get weird.” Leah hadn’t considered that. “Well . . . I cared about them and they all died. I couldn’t do anything.” “Except learn from it and bring that knowledge into your next life?”
