“I am allowed full possession only in cases of emergencies,” she stated, tapping the end of the pen against the paper. “You will keep a channel open—you should anyway since it’ll allow you to pick up some of my own abilities—for conversation. At any point, if I feel your soul has weakened, however, you forfeit all of the restrictions I’ve put on myself.” She lifted her eyes to mine, the different colors shining with challenge. “Grow weak and I will take over. Utterly. Completely.”
