The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

feed from me, or that I saw you naked—though I saw a lot
more than that—?”
“You really don’t need to bring any of that up,” I stated,
glaring at him.
“Or is it the Primal notam?”
“I’m regretting inviting you in here,” I muttered.
“Honest? All of it makes me a bit uncomfortable.”
“You don’t need to worry about how you were when you
woke up,” Kieran told me. “It happens.”
“How often have you really had someone try to eat you
upon waking up?”
“You’d be surprised.”
I opened my mouth to ask for details but then closed it,
thinking it was probably a road I really didn’t need to travel
right now. “I don’t know what to think about any of this.”
“It’s a lot. A lot has changed for you in a very short
period of time. I don’t think anyone would know what to
think.”
I peeked over at him, wanting to know how he felt about
the whole thing, but I really wanted to know if we had
somehow communicated without speaking. “I—”
“Let me guess,” he said. “You have a question.”
I frowned as I crossed my arms over my chest.
“What?” He glanced over at me.
“Nothing.” I exhaled heavily. A moment passed.
“Kieran?”
“Yeah?”
“I have a question.”
He sighed, but there was a slight curve to his lips. “What
is your question, Poppy?”
“How do you feel about the notam?”
He was quiet for a moment and then he asked, “How do
I feel about the notam? What do my people think? They are
amazed. They are awed.”
“Really?” I whispered, picking up one of the pillows and
hugging it to my chest.