Examining my own store of magic wasn't easy without pulling on Landon's draining spell, but I did it carefully and ran some calculations.
I could do it.
I was sure I could do it.
And if I failed at this, after all the failures I'd stacked on top of each other over the past weeks, well — I might as well just give up and go climb on Parker's knot, since it would prove I wasn't any fucking good for anything else.
Unraveling the spell between us wasn't too difficult, though it took a little while. I tried not to remember that Landon or Lucian could walk through the door at any moment, I couldn't let my concentration slip.
Once the untwisting was done, I started to gently detach the strands from me and from Jace, one at a time, and alternating so that the remains of the spell wouldn't go out of balance and snap in one direction or the other.
First me, then Jace. Then me, then — not Jace, because the strand linking his emotions to mine was fucking stuck.
