Lorraine lifted her hand at last. She hated that she was surrendering, but she had no other choice. She felt helpless, but that was her only choice.
The moment her fingers brushed the Oracle's soft palm, something inside her snapped, like a fist slamming into her gut.
Her breath tore out of her. She opened her eyes, and she was back. Back to he library, the stench of blood, the chaos… and her brother, pale and trembling, was held fast by the mercenary's blade.
But something was wrong. Aldric and the others weren't moving. They stared at her, no, through her, as though witnessing something beyond mortal sense.
Confusion tangled in her chest. Then it hit her. A surge, sharp and electric, flooding her veins. Her right arm lifted… not by her will. It moved on her own. She didn't feel it but she saw her hand moving. Her heart pounded.
