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And then we were passing through the shield, high above them, and the dark hunters came clearly into view.
“You're not going to like this, Morgan,” Draven said from behind me, his voice grim.
Before I could protest, he'd swiveled around in the saddle, positioning himself to face my back.
“I'll try not to touch you,” he promised. I glanced down to see his hands gripping the sides of Nightclaw’s saddle instead of my waist. “But you might have to touch me.”
I scowled even though I knew he couldn’t see my face. “What the hell does that mean?”
“It means there are two of us here with the exact same skill. I want you to draw power from me and use it to take these bastards out. All at once.”
My heart hammered. Me? Responsible for the safety of the entire city below?
“All at once? Why me? You could do the same thing, probably better. You've been practicing longer.”
“No.” Draven's voice was hard as glass. “I’m not going to do that. I won’t draw power from you. I'm asking you to use me. If you want to save these people, if you want to stop this, then you’ll do it.”
“How? I don't even know how to do what you’re asking.” Panic bubbled inside me.
I felt him take a deep breath, his chest pressing against my back, solid and strong. We had been so close before. So very fucking close.
That was then. This was now, I told myself. Things change. My invisible wards were back up, struggling to guard me from Draven in every possible way. But I feared they were not strong enough. My body yearned for him, even now.
“Tell me I can touch you,” he commanded.
I gnashed my teeth in frustration. “Is that the only way? Fine. Fucking touch me. Make it...”
His hands were settling on my hips before I could finish the sentence, warm and familiar.
And then energy was flowing between us.
A swell of raw power coursed through my veins as Draven channeled into me.
The feeling was euphoric. As if I had taken a sip of the finest, most exquisite wine. The flavors dancing on my tongue and setting me aglow.
Power flowed through my veins like a heady elixir.
I could feel the surge of power peaking upwards, reaching its zenith. My entire being hummed with purpose, intoxicated with potency.
Anything. I could do anything.
Draven's hands on my hips were the core of it all. I longed to pull them tighter, place them higher on my body. Giddy, I leaned back into him, laughing with excitement.
“Careful now,” he warned, keeping his hands exactly where they were. “Focus, Morgan. Remember what we're doing here.”
My senses heightened, my spirit aflame, I struggled to focus. I nodded my head. “Right. I’m ready. Let’s go.”
Nightclaw led us upwards, soaring through the sky over the city.
Straight ahead a row of riders flew towards us at an almost idle speed, as if simply curious to see who and what the hell we were.
Behind them I spotted the main grouping of hunters. They were continuing to unleash their barrage upon the city shields.
I lifted my arms, almost lazily.
An inferno blazed through the sky.
We were close enough for me to see the expressions of shock then terror transform the riders’ faces.
