Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo (z-lib.org).mobi

rush through me. “Rub your thumb across your palm.”
“Oh,” I laughed nervously. I hadn’t even been aware I was doing it. “Just
another old habit.”
He turned my hand over and examined it in the dim light of the hallway. He
dragged his thumb along the pale scar that ran across my palm. A shivery hum
shot through me.
“Where did you get this?” he asked.
“I … Keramzin.”
“Where you grew up?”
“Yes.”
“The tracker is an orphan too?”
I drew in a sharp breath. Was mind reading another one of his powers? But
then I remembered that Mal had given testimony in the Grisha tent.
“Yes,” I said.
“Is he any good?”
“What?” I was finding it hard to concentrate. The Darkling’s thumb was still
moving back and forth, tracing the length of the scar on my palm.
“At tracking. Is he any good at it?”
“The best,” I said honestly. “The serfs at Keramzin said he could make rabbits
out of rocks.”
“I wonder sometimes how much we really understand our own gifts,” he
mused.
Then he dropped my hand and opened the door. He stepped aside and gave me
a little bow.
“Goodnight, Alina.”
“Goodnight,” I managed.
I ducked through the doorway and into a narrow hall. A moment later, I heard
the sound of a door closing behind me.