[Calvin, in one moment, has understood the sanctity of the mind better than nearly anyone else who isn't Blood.

But his question pulls a rumble of unease through Fayura's mind along with a sudden spike of terror that feels old and familiar. In an instant, all her shields are back in place. Her expression becomes a mix of shame, embarrassment, and apology. When she speaks, her voice is soft.]

Forgive me. I didn't anticipate that question.

[She should have, she thinks, but the emotional reaction to that thought doesn't reach them where they stand in the shallows of casual thought.]

They don't, unless their aim is to manipulate or hurt. The mind holds the core of the Self and the means by which we access our power. Stepping inside someone's mind without permission is an incredible breach of trust between the Blood. While we might casually brush each other's minds to get a better sense of someone's emotional state, doing more is... [She swallows hard.] Let's just say that if one of the Blood tried to push into your mind, the conversation we're having about the young landen man? It would not happen again in that other situation.

[Because Fay would execute that person. And the Blood would not stop her.]