POV: Daniel

The child was between us, its borrowed human form rippling at the edges like light not yet sure of its own limits. Clara’s hand was in its warm, glowing one; mine in the other. The tether ran between us in three beats now, not just mine and hers, but the third, newest one too.

A triad.

A triangle.

A balance so perfect we both didn’t trust it.

“Drop it,” I whispered to Clara.

She tightened her fingers. “If I do, I think it’ll ...