I pulled the power to me. As easy as taking a breath, it rushed forward. Eager to be used. Waiting. A smile pulled at my lips as I moved up behind the whining druid.
I felt no panic, no alarm, no frenzy of need for it to work. I simply thought it, willed it, and the magic leapt to do my bidding. Something had changed, but I didn't know what.
Right now, I simply didn't care.
Starshine settled in my palms as if I'd placed the stars themselves in the sky. No strain, no pain. Nothing but the joy of power and magic. I laid my palms against his head, cradled it to my belly.
"Translatio postestatis," I said softly.
He bucked against me. His legs went out from under him. A limp doll.
A haunting chuckle that might or might not have been mine filled my mind. I followed him to the ground,
