“Do you think I might have those abilities?” I said, willing myself to hold his gaze. “It’s possible,” Tamlin said with equal quiet. “And if it’s true … ” Lucien said at last, “It’s a power other High Lords might kill for.” It was an effort not to fidget while his metal eye whirred, as if detecting whatever power ran through my blood. “My father, for one, would not be pleased to learn a drop of his power is missing—or that Tamlin’s bride now has it. He’d do anything to make sure you don’t possess it—including kill you. There are other High Lords who would agree.”
