She activated the device.
I felt it the moment she triggered it, a sharp specific pulling sensation at the center of my chest where the convergence connection ran deepest, the blood anchor in the lower library’s foundation straining against a force designed to cut the thread between them.
I had approximately thirty seconds before it severed.
Caelan moved toward Aine and she raised her hand and what came from it pushed him back against the bookshelf with enough force to c***k the wood, not harming him, containing him, the specific application of blood witch power that constrained without destroying.
Oryn was not in the library.
Thessaly was not in the library.
There was just Caelan against a bookshelf and Aine at the top of the stairs and me in the center of the floor with twenty-five
