The connection to Nate thinned like a vine in winter, I cursed my inability to revive it. Legs failed. I tumbled to the dirt.
struck, electric. I convulsed as my body drew it up and in, autonomous,
attempting to hoard the current. For the first time, I feared my
I wanted more.
brand on my hip flared, shattering reverie. I was on a ley line cross, a
much sought oddity. If I stayed, it would consume me. Healed, I
To the south, I could feel Nate. And then I couldn’t.