It’s nice. One of us should be happy at least.
Any remaining irritation I may have had with him fades away, but sensing it probably requires another conversation to clear the air, I head over to Kyor.
‘So that’s another new thing for me to get used to,’ I say. ‘Mating wolves.’
‘Yeah, I guess it’s harder to tell when … well …’
When we want to rip off one another’s clothes anyway? I’m pretty sure that’s what he was going to say, so I nod in agreement, not trusting myself to give any more of an answer.
‘Well, I told Fen to warn me next time, and he told me he used to hang a sock on Zelle’s door.’ As I chuckle once again at the absurdity of the remark, I expect him to do the same, but instead his brows pinch.
‘What do you mean, hetoldyou?’ He frowns.
I blink. ‘He just, you know, told me. Spoke to me. In my mind. Like Elska can do with you?’
Kyor shakes his head slowly. ‘Rose, I told you. It doesn’t work like that. Elska and I communicate with images, feelings. Not actual words.’ He looks at me wide-eyed. ‘You can speak … with words … to Fen?’
I baulk. ‘Could Zelle not?’
He blows out a breath. ‘Fuck. No. No one can.’ The worry in his eyes deepens. ‘This has to be linked with your Torailian heritage. Rose, I don’t know if you should be sharing this with anyone. All these powers… I worry about people knowing.’
‘Except those in the circle of trust,’ Loch says loudly, gesturing to the group. ‘You can share anything with us. We’re your circle. Lucky Rose to have a circle. Rings within rings, just like Wrohelm. We will need them when he’s free.’
The last thing I can deal with at this moment is Loch’s babbling, not when I need answers. Still, I send him a warm smile for his support – as odd as it is – before I block out his continued mumbles and reach out to Fen.Why didn’t you tell me it was weird that we could talk?
You did not ask,he sniffs back.
Why would I? I didn’t realise I was different. Again!
Different is not bad. I do not feel talking with you is a bad thing. I am pleased by our development.
A warm female mind touches mine.He really is. He wouldn’t stop going on about it. Rose and I this. Rose and I that. He’s very proud of you. It’s adorable. Almost as cute as when he ripped into those Torailians.
A gasp shoots uncontrollably from me.Elska!
Yes?
Why can I hear you? Can you speak to Kyor now?
No.Regret tinges her voice.And as for why, I do not know, but it seems only fair that my mate is not the only one to have such fun.
I gape at Kyor’s wolf.
‘You’re speaking to her.’ There’s no jealousy in Kyor’s voice, just wonder. ‘You spoke to her, with words? And you can tell her things? Like how much …’ He falters. ‘Like how much I love her.’
A gruff laugh resonates from Elska.There’s no need to tell me what he asked of you. I can feel it with him. I can always feel it within.
I’m sure he knows that,I reply,but he wanted me to tell you he loves you all the same.
I have loved him from the first kick to the commander’s shins,she relays back.Perhaps longer still.
I turn back to Kyor, still struggling to believe that it is not my mind playing tricks on me.
‘She says she loved you from the first kick to the commander’s shins,’ I tell him. ‘Perhaps longer still.’
His jaw is slack. ‘It was terrible fighting. Dirty. Scrappy. But I refused to let Zelle win. And she remembers that?’
‘Apparently so.’
