He didn’t ask me to do it my way. I just did. I simply crossed my thumbs before I opened my palms. The spell latched onto Typhon and dragged him close enough to me that his chest pressed tight against me, our hands tangled up just below our faces. “Try to break it,” I said. His eyes were locked on my fingers. “I can see your magic when you use the rune your way.” I looked at him. “The bonding spell?” He nodded, though I saw the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. He was lying to me. About what?
