I stared resentfully at my left hand, wishing I could get the damn thing to flame up one last time. Before it had been cursed fire it had been gone completely, courtesy of having been bitten off by a demon. At least when I was nothing more than an amputee I could still grip things, courtesy of my parakinesis, and nobody could tie my missing arm up—
Wait a minute, I thought, my heart beating faster. Who’s to say that couldn’t work now?
Parakinesis was a kind of magic, sure, but it was a natural talent I’d improved with practice. It wasn’t a spell. If my eye still worked, my parakinesis should, too. The trouble was, I’d never tried to disconnect my spiritual extension from my flesh.
Rufus was less than twenty feet away. I didn’t have a choice—I had to make this work.
Okay. I closed my ey
