“But I’m not worried about myself.” His brows draw together. “We very nearly lost you—again. If they’d gotten a goblin to take you to Arya instead of taking you through those mountains, or if Sebastian had arrived an hour later . . .” “I’m not staying behind, Finn.” I wrap my hand around his arm, and power flares inside me, filling me up. I gasp at the strength of it and watch as his lips part. He said it’s different for him—not a flare, but a connection.
Has anyone ever thought that maybe when Abriella exerts herself that it weakens him to
because he only gets weak when she uses and abundance of power
