was a different feeling from before. When Morrigan had first called Wunder in this room, the sensation of holding raw power in her hands had swiftly given way to a total lack of control. She hadn’t known what to do with the Wunder once she’d called it, and it knew that. Somehow it knew, and it had mutinied. This was not that. This was seamless. The Wunder that gathered to her now was perfectly aligned with her intention. Her righteous anger at everything that had happened tonight—everything that had happened this year—had at last given it the purpose it craved.
