“Strong enough, Simon,” I replied.
I reached out and cupped his face in my hands. His night-dark eyes widened, and I saw a flare of terrible hope in them, hope that I might finally be succumbing to him.
That wasn’t why I touched him, though.
No, I let the prima energy flow through me and into him. His body jerked, but I wouldn’t allow him to pull away. I held on, showing him every crime he’d committed, every person he’d hurt, every piece of his soul he’d given up to summon his dark powers. And as he began to writhe and twist in my grasp, I showed him everything he could have had — love, and acceptance, and a peaceful heart…if only he’d been able to look past his hate.
He let out a terrible cry, even as the ghostly tornado that had surrounded us melted away like morning mist under the s
