Unstable Power

“You’re holding it too tight. ”

Faye’s voice cut through the tense silence like a blade. Her aspect flitted between my hands, which were wrapped around the artifact, and my face, no mistrustfulness as pale as the moonlight filtering through the fractured windows. I loosened my grip, just slightly, but the energy pulsing beneath my fritters made my skin bottleneck.

“ I can’t let go, ” I said, jaw gripped. “ Not yet. ”

“ You might not have a choice, ” she ...