“Caleb,” I snarled. “Think of the best memory you have and hold onto it with everything you’ve got.” “What are you talking about?” he muttered, trying to pull free again, his eyes falling back to the blade, but I clung on, getting up in his face so he had to look at me instead of that portal or the weapon it wanted him to wield against himself. Though I wasn’t much use to him considering he hated me. “Think of the Heirs,” I tried. “Of Darius, Max, Seth.” His eyes softened as I said that last name and the tension rolled out of his posture. “Think of Seth,”
