“The power,” Fenrys said quietly to him, gripping the gore-slick wall. “It was the one thing Connall and I shared.” “I know,” Rowan said. He shouldn’t have pushed. “I’m sorry.” Fenrys just nodded. “I haven’t been able to stomach it since then. I—I’m not even certain I can use it again,” he said, and repeated, “I’m sorry.”