If she’s out here and not locked up in the barracks, I’ll know,” he said. He took a deep breath and whistled.

“You share a whistle?” Trevanion said in disbelief.

“Do you have a problem with that?” Finnikin asked.

“I have a few whistles,” Lucian murmured. “Very confusing sometimes.”

“Whistles are meant for combat,” Trevanion said. “Not wooing women. Women do not understand whistles.

Author: Melina Marchetta