eyes shut. Hello? Sy

in her head was w

was depressing. Just a few square meters of empty, gray spa

-not for airport security, not for ex-boyfriends who complained it poked them during hugs, not for anyone. It was so small, so much a part of her, that she hadn't even registered its

ump formed in her throat. This was her grandmother's only legacy. The woman who'd raised her when her parent

significance already bonded to your physical body may alter dimens

ed. Already

er grandmother-the smell of lavender hand cream, the sound of old hymns hummed off-key, th

rew hot agai

sensed the faint energy fluctuation. He stared at her hand pressed to her chest, at

nded, his voice low and

"No. It's a talisman. From my grandmother." She didn't know if he un

en her face and her hidden hands. He understood 'important'. He

he said, turning back to

s vibrating violently. The walls rushed outward, expanding ra

ace was a room the size of a modern studio apartment. It had distinct areas-a corner fo

: [Strong emotional anchor accessed.

e time, which she had simply never consciously connected to the space before? The bond was already there. She

d. This was it. This was her real advantage. She could s

e fire, his back to her, staring into the flam

She needed a provider.

hroat. "You said thi

ver-red eye catching the firelight. He no

ol again against her skin. The space hummed qu

tug at the corner of her lips. Good