“Why can I feel so much from you? Why can I sense things here that I cannot at the Trust?” Why am I not terrified? He pushed himself to standing, and they were suddenly very near one another. The power in his presence was undeniable, and Nim had always found herself drawn to magic in the worst possible way—with a desire to touch it. “I told you,” he said, his tone once more a vow. “I’m bare to you.”
