"Syd, look at me."

Nope, no looking, just breathing. I couldn't breathe, though, that was the problem, wasn't it? Air refused to go in and out of my lungs in a normal manner, my diaphragm contracting and squeezing so hard I could barely pull in air.

Which left me gasping, writhing.

"Syd." Power, usually so kind and soft, sharpened into a jab. My eyes flew open, sweat stinging instantly as I stared up at Lula. She smiled at me, gently, but her magic held me in a ...