The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

about to ask that. “It may have happened because you were
experiencing a strong emotion.”
Just like when I had summoned the wolven without
realizing it.
“To be quite honest, I’m glad I can’t. I imagine your
mind to be a constant cyclone of questions, one fighting the
other in a deathmatch to see which one has the honor of
being asked.”
I frowned at him. “That was kind of rude.” Then I
pitched forward, startling Kieran. “Can we try it now? See if I
can do it on purpose?”
“Do you know how to do it?”
“No,” I admitted, holding the teal pillow to my chest
again. “But I think it has to do with that imprint—the
singular pathway. I think I just need to follow that. I mean,
that’s something new, so it would make sense that it would
be the way,” I explained while Kieran stared at me as if I
spoke in a language he didn’t understand. “Okay. Just give
me a second to concentrate.”
“You sure you only need a second?” he quipped.
“You sure you don’t want to find yourself staring down
at the hilt of a dagger protruding from your chest?”
The wolven grinned at me. “That would make it hard to
test out whether you can do this on purpose or not.”
I shot him a look.
He laughed softly. “Go ahead. See if you can do it.”
Drawing in a shallow breath, I opened my senses to read
Kieran. I tasted the sugary sweetness of amusement on my
tongue, and then I…I reached further, finding that earthy,
woodsy sensation. I latched on to the cord. Kieran?
“Yeah?”
I jerked back, my eyes widening. “You heard me?”
He nodded. “It almost sounded like you spoke out loud,
but I know you didn’t, and it…it sounded like a whisper. Try
it again. See if I can respond to you.”