I sighed in relief. That was still better than accidentally broadcasting my most embarrassing emotions to the clan.
"I wasn't sure if you could mindlink yet or not," Roland added, "but you can still project some thoughts. You'll eventually learn how to block the connection when you don't want it."
That night, Roland dressed me in an elegant, floor-length green gown that felt light and beautiful against my skin. She styled my hair into an intricate bun with fringe falling above my brow and added a matching necklace and earrings. Roland handled everything, and she wouldn't let me lift a finger. She cautioned me to stay still while she did my makeup, and even swatted my hand away when I tried to touch my hair while she was styling it. She gave me a look that made me immediately settle down
