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 know how to do it on purpose, it just—”
“Then find out.” There is no sympathy. None. “Close your eyes. Stop thinking about your hands. Go looking for the cold.”
I close my eyes.
And I go looking.
Down, into the place where she liv
