Vistoc grinned with enthusiasm, and Madame braced himself even more firmly against the wall of the shield.
“Xian mentioned me having several special gifts, since I’m a Pureblood,” Vistoc assumed, moving closer to me. “Do you want to see one of them?”
I swallowed, and he laughed. I nodded nonetheless.
“I’m going to connect you and the vortex’s mind together,” He said. “You’ll see what I mean.” With no explanation, Vistoc stepped right up close to me so that our bodies were touching. He put one hand on the vortex, and the fingertips of the other hand against my temple. He closed his eyes, and I watched him slowly withdraw his hand away from my head. Clasped in his hold was, what I assumed to be, energy. It was blue and ecstatic – alive. I could feel it, too; the more Vistoc pulled, my lim
