“So Tairn hasn’t channeled to you, either, right?” Liam asks, a look of uncertainty, vulnerability on his face. I shake my head. “I think he has commitment issues,” I whisper. “I heard that.” “Then stay out of my head.” Another wave of paralyzing hunger assaults me, and I nearly crush Markham’s scroll in my hand. “Don’t be an ass.” I swear I hear him chuff a chuckle in response.
