The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

I focused on him, feeling the freshness of curiosity
replacing the amusement. I connected to that pathway even
quicker this time. Kieran?
The strangest thing happened, and I wasn’t sure if it had
happened before and I hadn’t realized it, but I felt him—felt
his mark brush against my mind like a woodsy, balsamscented
breeze. You have a healthy obsession with stabbing
people.
Gasping, I gave a little jump. “I do not!”
A wide grin broke out over Kieran’s face. “You heard,
then?”
“I did.” Dropping the pillow, I smacked his arm. “And I
don’t have a healthy obsession with that. I’m just
surrounded by people who have an unhealthy obsession
with annoying me.”
He chuckled under his breath. “It must be the notam.
It’s the only thing I can think of. It makes sense. Sort of.”
My brows lifted. “What does sort of mean? Could the
deities communicate with the wolven like this?”
“Not that I know of,” he said, looking at me so intently
that it felt like he was trying to see into my mind. “But how
do you think Nyktos communicated with the kiyou? They
wouldn’t have understood language. Not the spoken kind.
He communicated directly with their minds.”