ALTHEA
"What is the catch?" I asked, even though I knew I would agree to almost anything if it meant Thorne would open his eyes again.
Cyrion's smile turned almost approving. "Smart girl. Yes, there are conditions." He held up one elegant finger. "First, you come with me now. Tonight, without any delays. There will be no goodbyes beyond what I permit."
A second finger rose. "Second, you train under my instruction. Learn to wield your power properly and become what you were meant to be."
A third finger followed. "Third, when I call upon you to fulfill certain... obligations... you will do so without question or hesitation."
"What obligations?" I demanded, my grip on the glass shard loosening just a fraction.
