not caring if they traveled through the tether. She faced the adoration and the devotion and the love, the jealousy and the agony and the longing. There was not a single word she could say to him to encompass it all, sixteen years by his side and the devastation of not having more. She forced herself to focus on the pulsing well of power in her middle. She stretched and stretched, reaching, finding the other pulses surrounding them—and she pulled.
