EMBER’S POV

“…Sapphire?”

“You channelled her before. On that bird. You reached in, and you pulled, and it nearly took your head off because you did it in a panic with no control.” He circles me slowly. “So we do it here. On purpose. Under control. You reach for her the way you reach for anything — deliberately — and you let just enough of her into your hands. Not a flood. A thread. You’re going to learn the difference between calling her and drowning in her, and you’re going to learn it in a room where the only thing you can hurt is me.”

“I don’t — I don’t...