Vision swimming, I gave Nate the confirmation he sought, if
not reassurance. There was no solace in
what we had to do – or what I’d discovered. The hive had come close to
disarming the protections around Nate’s infection. Keeping him whole had meant showing them what
I could do.
Magic used to come in spurts, unreliable. Now, it rode me
like a feral jockey, whipping for more. Good thing Nate wasn’t inside my head, because my father was right. I
needed to learn how to harness my power.
In the meantime, Nate and I had a voodoo priest
to kill.
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