The second I let go, it started to fall, but he quickly pressed his palms to the tops of my hands, and an intense heat pulsed through my wrists. Black smoke drifted upward from our joined hands while the stick remained spinning in the air by itself. A breath of a laugh escaped me, as it hovered in front of me, spinning faster and faster. “Is it me doing this, or you?” “I’m supplying the power, but it’s you who commands it.” Me commanding his power.
