[Insight of the Unspoken]
Staring at the last skill of her arsenal, Moon's irises quivered.
The name was cryptic, its exact function unclear from the title alone. But the implication, the possible interpretation, was impossible to ignore.
Insight of the Unspoken. Moon stared at the name, his mind searching for answers. The unspoken. Thoughts. Could that skill... could it let her read minds? Perceive what someone's thinking?
He couldn't be certain. The name was too vague to confirm anything. It could mean a dozen different things, intuition, perception of hidden intent, sensing lies. Or it could mean exactly what he feared.
He glanced toward where Celeste had walked, that knowing smile burned into his memory, the way she'd turned the instant he was studying her, the way she'd looked at him as though she understood every thought in his head.
Did she read my mind just now? Did she sense me wanting to...? Does she know what I can do?
