“Because I drained my magic last night trying to keep the palace from coming down on our heads. You should be proud—normally it takes me hours to burn out. You ran through my reserves in minutes.” Any other day, that would have made me tremendously smug. Obnoxiously smug. I should have been making sexually charged innuendos about his stamina with a wicked smirk. Instead, I stirred my tea. “I think I’m empty, too.” “No, you’re not. Not even close.” He smiled wryly. “I can feel yours. It’s weaker than normal, but still stronger than any Descended I’ve ever met.”
