Chapter 7
“Again,” Lucien ordered, sweat dripping from his face. He had fallen off his chair for the third time, unable to withstand Henry’s mental attacks on his mind. The few motivational posters hanging on the conference room walls shifted downward and the lights dimmed. Lucien focused his vision. He couldn’t lose consciousness.
Henry shook his head. “We’ve been training for five hours. You need to rest.”
Lucien crawled back into a sitting position, his back against the wall. “If I can sit up, then I still have strength. Again.”
Henry breathed in deeply through his nose. “Something is blocking you. Your magical abilities are far greater than I expected for such short training, but for some reason, you can’t stop me from taking your magic. Why?”
Lucien had been wondering the same th
