Impatient Power

He was crouched to my level. Nearly nose to nose with me. “Now, summon a bird.”

He reached out a hand.

I didn’t want to take it.

But his eyes narrowed threateningly.

He’s going to make me.

Better my terms than his. I slapped my hand in his and felt his large fingers fold around it. Seeming somehow final and ominous. Lightning currents poured through me from where he touched me.

Glancing at his face I saw a bit of white light shudder across his green irises, turning them briefly white as we both stood. Him pulling me up.

What was that?

My immediate reaction was to cut the connection, but his grip was unrelenting. And when I tugged backward, he reflexively pulled me in.

I was still straightening and was yanked off balance. He used the momentum to turn me, so I faced away from him.

He stepped in so he was flush against my back and caught my wrist and lifted it.

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