“At least tell me your name,” I said, feeling the power slip from me. He pressed our hands together, taking what was his back as I settled, slowly releasing the heat. That loss of power drained me, leaving me feeling weak in comparison. “The day for you to know who I am will come soon enough,” he said, pushing to his feet as the haze began to fade. “It was nice to have a few moments where you do not hate me first.”
