Irene was now feeding me hers, whether she intended to or not. I grabbed onto Reshaye’s panicking presence, even as it fought me. Trust me! I hissed. I stopped retreating from Irene’s magic. Instead, I reached out for it — her mind. Her presence. Her life. We can use this, I told Reshaye. It understood a moment after I did. Help me. I tightened my grip around Irene’s magic. And then I Wielded it.
Liebs!
