Dakshana was shocked still by his words, listening as he whispered them to her, twenty-four eternal truths and forces that would allow her to shape the world. She closed her eyes, buried her face against his neck, felt his crystal pulse as the urgency in his voice - soft, deadly beautiful - rose to fever-pitch. His fingertips on her flesh were unnaturally cool, but they sparked fire in her veins as he traced the runes, one by one, up her spine for her to know.
It might have been a moment or an eternity before he pulled back and asked,
"Do you understand?"
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