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"Lucky, I think. It turns out I'm really behind in all this guardian stuff." I sounded just like Stan
now.
"You're a smart girl. You'll catch up. And you also have your bond.”
I looked away. My ability to "feel" Lissa had been such a secret for so long, it felt weird to have
others know about it.
"The histories are full of stories of guardians who could feel when their charges were in
danger," Victor continued.
"I've made a hobby of studying up on it and some of the ancient ways. I've heard it's a
tremendous asset.”
"I guess." I shrugged. What a boring hobby, I thought, imagining him poring over prehistoric
histories in some dank library covered in spiderwebs.
Victor tilted his head, curiosity all over his face. Kirova and the others had had the same look
when we'd mentioned our connection, like we were lab rats. "What is it like—if you don't mind
me asking?”
"It's…I don't know. I just sort of always have this hum of how she feels. Usually it's just
emotions. We can't send messages or anything." I didn't tell him about slipping into her head.
That part of it was hard even for me to understand.
"But it doesn't work the other way? She doesn't sense you?”
I shook my head.
His face shone with wonder. "How did it happen?”
"I don't know," I said, still glancing away. "Just started two years ago.”
He frowned. "Near the time of the accident?”
Hesitantly, I nodded. The accident was not something I wanted to talk about, that was for sure.
Lissa's memories were bad enough without my own mixing into them. Twisted metal. A