My magick flowed from me in a continuous stream. I gave it full reign and emptied every drop from my reserves trying to strengthen the cloud I enveloped us in. The fear in Eryn’s eyes before she fell was mirrored in my very soul. She didn’t think we were going to make it. I tried to flood our bond with as much love and confidence as I could muster, determined that if these were, in fact, our final moments, she wouldn’t feel a thing besides the happiness our bond filled me with, and the peace within me at finally being able to say mine.
