She frowned. “They didn’t come? I called all of you.”
“You were in my head.” I hadn’t imagined her voice. “How?”
She caught her lip between her teeth and lowered her chin to her chest. A strand of her hair brushed against her cheek. Resting on her knees, covered in blood, she was the most beautiful, mysterious woman I’d ever seen.
“Haven?”
Her lips pursed. “It only works when we’re nearby.”
“How does it work at all?” Telepathy was incredibly rare.
“It just does.”
“Can you read my thoughts?”
“No.”
That was a relief. “What other gifts have you been hiding?”
A mulish expression settled on her gorgeous face. She had no intention of telling me anything more.
“I’ll keep your secrets, Haven. I swear it.”
“Even from Grayson?” Clearly, she knew where my loyalties lay. But, for her, I’d remain silent.
“You pull weapons out of thin air.” My gaze caught on the dagger resting next to her knee. “That came from the gymnasium.”
“I thought it was pretty.” She touched the hilt, and the weapon disappeared.
For long seconds, I was speechless. She was powerful. So powerful. “You returned it?”
“I did.” Her gaze fell to Grayson. His color was better, and the bleeding seemed to have slowed. She brushed a lock of hair away from his forehead and frowned as if his condition worried her.
Grayson had been an ass. Why was she petting him? I pushed away the thought and quashed the urge to bat her hand away from his face.
“What else can you do?”
She stared at me with wide eyes. Gray rimmed with charcoal. I could see lightning in their depths.
“Trust me, please.”
She shook her head. Unwilling to extend me even a smidgen of faith.
Could I blame her? I’d asked for her secrets without sharing my own. “My uncle murdered my parents and sister.”
Her cheeks paled. “Your sister too? Why?”
“Power. My father had it. My uncle wanted it.”
“Where is he now?”
“Sitting on the king’s council. Protected. I can’t avenge my family without risking the noose.” I rubbed my throat. “Some days I think it might be worth it.”
She reached for my hand, and her bloody fingers gripped mine, sending a spark racing through my veins. “One of my gifts is a talent for strategy.”
“You’re being strategic when you push Grayson’s buttons?”
She grinned at me. “That’s just cussedness. But I bet I can find a way to punish your uncle without risking your neck.”
