Broken Souls and Bones (Stonegate, #1)

by L.J. Andrews

To claim something as his—a strike, a kill, a horn of ale—Ashwood tapped whatever he wanted three times.

The Sentry placed his palm against my cheek. I stiffened, eyes closed. But all he did was tap my face three times.

“Sometimes souls just understand each other, Darkwin,” Emi returned.