I take a breath before I tell him my other suspicion. “I think someone bound her powers.”
He recoils. “What? That practice died out so long ago, and with good reason. Why would you think that?”
“Because whatever or whoever she is, she has power, Giorgios. I can sense it. I can smell it like lightning in a storm cloud. But she has no idea.”
He shakes his head, his jaw slack as he digests the insanity of what I am suggesting. “But there are so few capable of binding powers. Nobody but the Danraath witches, and they are healers.”
“I know, brother. It makes no sense.” The Danraath all but died out with the elementai. Those who remained retreated to Europe, and their line has lived in near solitude since.
Giorgios leans back in his chair, his blue eyes twinkling with unsuppressed excitemen
