TWO HEIRS
What happened when our hands connected was not an explosion.
It was more like a breath. The specific quality of something that had been held incomplete finally releasing into wholeness. The anchoring power in my bones reached toward what was in hers and the two frequencies found each other the way two rivers find each other when the land between them finally gives way.
Lena gasped.
I held on.
The clearing lit up.
Not with light exactly, with presence. The specific quality of two anchoring heirs in the same space, the power doubled and harmonised, running outward through the unsealed territory in a radius that I could feel extending further than anything I had managed alone.
Coran sat very still.
Around us the Draeven wolves had gone quiet with the specific quality of anim
