“Did you know?” I demanded. Lucien wouldn’t meet my eyes. “Did you suspect?” “I’d hoped it wasn’t true,” Tamlin said carefully. “And now that Rhys suspects, there’s no telling what he’ll do with the information—” “He wants me to train.” I wasn’t stupid enough to mention the mental shield training—not right now. “Training would draw too much attention,” Tamlin said. “You don’t need to train. I can guard you from whatever comes our way.”
