“Mating bond.”
“Mind link.” My stubbornness only amuses him further.
“There’s no scope. As long as both our hearts beat, we can penetrate each other’s minds.”
Well,merda.“Then how come Kahol cannot penetrate Zendaya’s mind?”
My enquiry does away with his smile. He turns so somber that black smoke begins to thicken around him. Tendrils dart through the air between us and ribbon around my bare calves and ankles.
For once, I don’t tell him off because his intent isn’t to infuriate me. I doubt he’s even aware of how deeply his emotions are causing him to smolder. “You think she’s dead, don’t you?”
“In all honesty, I do not know, but I pray the reason he cannot enter her mind is because Meriam drew a bloody sigil on her daughter that interferes with their bond.”
“By bloody, you mean . . .?”
“With blood.”
The concept of painting people with what runs through our veins unsettles my stomach further. “So for us to be unlinked, a Shabbin witch would need to swirl a little blood on my skin? Or preferably, on your skin?” I wrinkle my nose. “The sight of blood makes me queasy, except during my monthlies, which—is completely off-topic and of no interest.”
His smoke rushes back inside his flesh, or wherever it is his smoke goes.
“Anyway.” I rub the skin over my collarbone that’s undoubtedly become splotchy with a blush and focus on the books instead of the renewed upward curl of his lips. “I should—um, go.” I close my eyes and focus on mybedroomcell. After about three and a half seconds of intense concentration, I crack my lids open.
Lorcan sears me with a smirk.
“How do I get out of here?” I grumble.
He leans a slim hip against a high desk covered in yellowed maps. “You mustwantto leave.”
I gawk at him. “I want nothing more.”
“If you wanted nothing more, then you’d be back inside your body, Behach Éan.”
I blow out an annoyed breath that lifts a piece of my now-dried hair and focus on Phoebus returning with food. My stomach looses a deep growl, and that growl projects me back into my body that’s surprisingly still in the exact spot I left it.
Oh my Gods, I left my body.
I can leave my body.
This iswild.
And completely undesirable—but really,reallywild.
And the worst part, I can’t even tell my best friend because he’ll wonder why I can mind-walk, and I’d prefer not to get into details as to why.
Come to think of it, no one can know about this.
Absolutely no one.
Your father is not much of a gossip.
I jump at the sound of Lorcan’s voice inside my mind and squint around to see if he’s projected more than his voice, but no smirking, smoldering male darkens my sleeping quarters.What about you?
Do I strike you as someone who enjoys pouring their heart out to people?
No. Yes. I don’t know. You’re not a total tomb.
Your secrets are safe, Behach Éan. Now, I must get back to plotting my next war.
