“FADER!” CASE CRIED, falling to her knees beside him. He lay limp, his face slick with sweat. She shook him. No response. “Fader, wake up.” Still no response.
A memory returned, unbidden and unwelcome. Of Fader asleep and refusing to wake in the church basement the night Morrigan had appeared. She pushed the thought away.
Kneeling on his other side, Will lay a finger on Fader’s neck. “Strong pulse. And his breathing’s regular. He’s okay.”
“But why won’t he wake up?”
“I think he’s drained. Exhausted. We don’t know what it takes to use his new powers.”
She swallowed. I did this to him. To my brother. She’d had no choice. If not for Fader and his powers, they’d still be trapped in the Black Tower. But I should’ve stopped him sooner. “Okay. Okay,” she said, trying to calm herself, “we’ll
