My lips parted as my heart skipped a beat. “And yours?”
“Silver,” he said, glancing over at me. “Silver and shadows.”
I leaned back, my mouth agape as words failed to escape. Shock seemed to have paralyzed my tongue briefly while my thoughts raced. “What you’re saying sounds like my abilities split between you.”
Casteel poured liquid into a glass as he said, “I think we can safely assume that a Joining with a Primal is…vastly different than a normal one.”
“You don’t say,” I murmured, rubbing my palms against my knees. “I wonder if you two have, like, full access to those abilities. If Kieran can heal with his touch or even give life. And if you…”
He arched a brow as he set the pitcher down. “Can kill with a touch? That wouldn’t be that much different than normal.”
“Except it takes much less physical effort,” I pointed out.
“Except for that.” He poured a second glass. “But as far as having those abilities, I’m not sure. We haven’t exactly tested them out.”
“We should test…” I trailed off, realizing testing said abilities either meant finding someone injured or, perhaps, injuring that person and, well, killing someone else.
“I’m guessing you just realized what testing those abilities would mean,” he said, his lips curving into a knowing smirk.
“Yeah.” I sighed. “So, I didn’t really wake up then? I went back into stasis?”
“Yes. You went back to sleep.” He looked away. “You hungry? There’s some cheese and cured meat here. Some fruit and chocolate, too. I can also have more food brought to us.”
“I…” I thought about it. I didn’t feel hungry. “I don’t think I can eat right now.”
He approached. “You haven’t eaten in a while, Poppy.”
“Neither have you.”
Casteel stopped before me, glass in hand. “I ate enough to get by, which is still more than you.”
“I’m really not that hungry, and yes, I know that’s odd.”
“It’s likely because you just fed,” he explained. “But you still need to eat, Primal god or not.”
“How do you know a Primal god needs to eat?”
“Because I say so.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’ll eat soon. Right now, I have questions.”
“Of course, you do.”
My eyes narrowed.
Casteel winked. “Then at least drink.” He offered me the glass with a grin that showed a faint dimple. “It’s water infused with whatever the fuck fruit…” His brow pinched before smoothing out. “There’s some sort of fruit in it.”
I took the glass, suspecting Kieran had made the drink.
“Our senses are also enhanced.” He sat beside me. “Hearing. Sight. We’re both stronger—”
“Wait.” My eyes widened. “You said you could taste my emotions! And you said you could taste—”
“Your desire?” Heavily lashed eyes slid to mine. “I did.”
I was back to staring at him, struck silent as I processed the fact that he could read my emotions. “And Kieran can do it, too?”
“Kieran’s always been able to do that to some extent, though differently. Wolven are good at scenting emotions,” he reminded me. “But I assume so.”
