“You are going to need this one,” I said, scribbling a small series of protective sigils along his wrist, trailing them up to connect to a different circular design in the center of his palm. “I need you to keep me in check. You already do that pretty well, but this will connect you to me temporarily in case I start losing control.” In case my shadows start losing control, I thought bitterly. Leo hummed, observing the design on his palm. “What is it?” I tapped a finger to his wrist. “Protection symbols.” Then his palm. “And… my name.”
