“You’ve begun the bonding.” She closed her eyes briefly. “It doesn’t feel like the lich’s touch” “How did the lich’s touch feel?” “Cold, empty. Like falling down a dry well.” Silhara sensed a stirring, a tendril of awareness calling to his own Gift in recognition. “Seer-bonding is different. Wielded harshly, it’s agonizing. There’s no need for such measures here.” He liked her smile. “You’re kind in your way.” Her voice slurred as the spell’s effects took hold, potent as Peleta’s Fire.
