“That isn’t true,” I said, coming to my feet. “But even if it was true . . . you should remember what would happen if I decided to lay a hand on you.” I showed him my palm, willing my currentgift to surface. For once, it came at my call, rippling across my body and—for a moment—wrapping around each of my fingers like black threads. Ryzek’s eyes were drawn to it, seemingly without permission. “I will continue to play the part of your loyal sister, of this fearsome thing,” I said. “But I will not cause pain for you anymore.” With that, I turned. I moved toward the door, my heart pounding, hard.
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