Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 139662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 698(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 698(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
I frown and look around. “You just . . . talked to her?”
His smile stretches wider. “Indeed.” He taps his temple, as if that explains everything, then says, “Can you ride in that or would you like to change?”
I look down to the leather pants and boots I put on earlier. “This will do.”
“Good.” He nods, already turning and heading for the stairs. “Amira says to grab a cloak. It will be dark by the time we return, and it gets chilly when the sun sets.”
I spot a black cloak hanging by the door and grab it before jogging after him. He has such long legs that he’s already at the top of the stairs by the time I reach him. “Will I be able to do that with Sebastian?”
I’m not sure how I’d feel about that. On the one hand, it’s all I can do to ignore the constant hum of his emotions pecking at my consciousness. On the other hand, it would be pretty amazing to be able to have a conversation with anyone when they’re not even under the same roof.
Misha shakes his head. “I’m not privy to the details of the golden prince’s powers, nor do I truly know the extent of yours, but as far as I’m aware, you two can’t speak telepathically.”
“So how the bond works is dependent on one’s powers?”
At the bottom of the stairs, he turns left, leading me out of the palace and onto another staircase. There are stairs all around us, I realize, all built into the face of the mountain. It’s as if Castle Craige is built on the highest point in this area of the Wild Fae Lands, and to get to anything beyond it, once must descend.
Misha looks at me and cocks his head to the side. This isn’t a product of any bond, he says in my mind, as clear as if he were saying the words aloud. This is my gift. As is picking up your response.
“Oh. That’s . . .” Creepy is the first word that comes to mind, but I’m too polite to say it.
Misha chuckles, hearing the word anyway. “I’m curious, though,” he says. “Yesterday it seemed like you wanted to cut off the emotional awareness between you and Sebastian, and now you’re asking how you can make it more . . . precise—how you can have a conversation through it.”
I shrug. “Can’t blame me for my curiosity.”
“But which is it? Do you want to shut him out or be able to communicate freely with him?”
My instinct is to declare that I absolutely want to shut him out—to never know his thoughts or emotions again, to never see him or think of his face again. But I realize that’s the heartbreak speaking. “I think both,” I say thoughtfully. “I want to be able to shut him out at will, but I’ll admit I’m intrigued by the possibility of communicating with someone without speaking. For me it’s about having the choice. I want to be the one in control of my own mind and feelings.”
“That’s fair,” he says, nodding.
I straighten and have to bite back a smile as an idea occurs to me. “How far does your gift work?”
“It depends. If the mind I’m tapping into is weak or has made a choice to intentionally strengthen our mental connection, I’ve been known to speak mind-to-mind from one side of a court to the other. But if I’m trying to read the thoughts of a shielded mind, I have to be in the same room, and even that won’t work if the individual has trained well.”
“What about with humans?”
He smirks. “Human minds are typically easy to read.”
“Could you . . . Do you think you could check on my sister? Make sure she’s okay?”
He shakes his head. “My power doesn’t work between realms, I’m afraid.”
“Oh. Of course.” I study the thin layer of dust on my boots.
“I could send Storm so you could see her for yourself.”
I don’t like the idea of having any of his creatures spying on my sister, and my mistrust must show on my face because he amends, “If you don’t trust what you would see through him, you could send a letter through my goblin.”
“Really?”
“It would be my pleasure. I know what it’s like to be disconnected from a younger sibling.” He gives me a sad smile.
“Thank you so much. Theoretically, I know she’s okay, but now that I’m fae . . .” I search for the words, but my eyes burn, and I have to swallow hard to keep sudden unwanted tears from spilling over. “When I visited my sister with Sebastian, it never occurred to me it might be the last time I’d see her.”
“Would you like to bring her here?”
Yes, please. The words want to burst out of me, but I hold them back. I want Jas with me more than I want anything, but I can’t. I’ll never forget the terror in her eyes when I suggested that she come back to the Faerie realm with me. Whatever she endured while imprisoned by Mordeus left a mark on her, made my cheerful, trusting sister fearful of all fae. I won’t take away her choice the way Sebastian took away mine.