The moment my magic slipped past Claire’s defenses, past the wards she threw up weakly around her mind, the world inverted.

There was no gentle transition. No warning. One second I was before her, hand pressed to her forehead, feeling her panic skitter uselessly beneath my palm—and the next, I was no longer in my body at all.

I was inside her.

But her mind did not open like a door, as Adam’s. It fractured like glass.

Memory rushed at me in jagged shards, unfiltered, dragging me forward whether I wanted to go or not. I braced instinctively, grounding myself, and then—

Fire.

Not destruction. Not chaos.

A small, perfect...