Page 202 of Whispers of Wisteria
“It’s not something we’ve advertised,” Julian replied.
“We have plenty of necromancers around.” Uncle Gregory pinched the bridge of his nose. “They’re going to kick themselves. Why isn’t this common knowledge?”
“There are many things we’ve kept to ourselves—for good reason,” Julian responded. He glanced back at me. “You’ve started to remember?”
I sucked in a breath.
The ocean, the red moon…
How Shui ached for violence at any given moment.
But Julian was so gentle—so kind. He was totally not like his original counterpart.
I nodded, although not as confidently as before, and touched Julian’s hand.
My thoughts were swimming. I could hardly breathe.
“Bianca,” he said, looking back at me. “What’s wrong?”
My chest was tight.
I… I didn’t know.
“She’s overwhelmed,” Titus’s voice cut through the room.
I touched my mouth. When did he get here?
“I’ve been here a while,” Titus replied.
What was he talking about? I hadn’t seen him. And now here he was, leaning against the doorframe like he had every right to be there.
“I do,” Titus said.
My heart skipped.
It’d happened! The inner sanctum of my most brilliant thoughts had been breached! How would I achieve my goals now? He would learn of them, and everything would be ruined!
Titus—who’d lifted his eyebrow—replied, “I’d learn of them eventually anyway.”
I had to learn to defeat this!
“You can hear what she’s thinking all the time now?” Julian asked, curious.
“So it seems.” Titus gave me a look that made my stomach knot.
I fought the urge to growl at him. How dare he just presume—
“You agreed to be my mate,” he replied. “That’s how it works. We’ll both just need to get used to it.”
I pulled the blanket to my chin and narrowed my eyes.
What didhehave to get used to? He could only benefit from this arrangement, and perhaps even gain some wisdom. Most people wouldkillto partake in my stream of consciousness.
For example, Damen.
Hewantedto read my mind. Although it was probably a good thing he couldn’t. His feelings were easily hurt.
“Things likethat.” Titus slumped into the window seat. “I really don’t want to hear your thoughts about Damen.”
