Chapter Thirty-Five

RAVEN

The room is silent as we stand watching in amusement as Phil runs around like a chicken with its head cut off. Only I know what he’s searching for while the others look on with interest, wondering what is happening.

I called a meeting with the rest of the council members and told them about my mixed heritage. I gave a demonstration at Phil’s insistence, and I went as far as telling them the truth about how Rafe was still under the witches’ control, but I assured them I fixed that problem with a potion. So now, here we are as I test out my manipulation ability on Phil. A smile broadens my face as he finds the apple I hid and brings it to me.

With the apple in my hand and a pleased Phil in front of me, I close my eyes and sink into what I now refer to as my mind space. I envision myself breaking the link I forged with Phil that let me take control. Once it’s broken, I open my eyes as he staggers back, staring at me with wide eyes.

“Is that what you asked him to do? Bring you an ap