Letting go of myself was easy; I’d never been too attached. Harder was exploring Nate’s labyrinthine mind. Stronger wards than spells could craft kept modesty at bay – both his and mine – protecting his true nature from our world. And vice versa.
salvos left us trembling, blasts of confusion, anger, fear, and hatred.
If he’d been a stranger I would have been expelled, perhaps crippled.
The hive functioned as a whole but couldn’t feel or think like
individual humans. Magic alone can’t overcome bone-deep love.
Magic and a red-hot spike? That works.
I got what I needed. As did they.