Page 218 of A Flame of the Phoenix

“Ineed your help,” Zaiana called into the void of her subconsciousness.

The male wasn’t here, but she couldn’t stop imagining him, as if she could will him here by her desperation alone.

She didn’t know how to Nightwalk when their lessons so far had all been in aid of taming her storm and finding her magick.

“Please!” she cried out of frustration.

Her mind was starting to collect its anger again. While it was still bleak colors of black and gray, at least it had calmed its fury. Until now. The clouds gathered, and electricity hummed over her skin in anticipation for the thunder and lightning to break.

“I didn’t know you missed me so much.” The male voice eased into her mind.

A weight of relief lifted.

“Where have you been?” she ground out irritably.

“I have things I’m dealing with too, you know. I don’t exist at your beck and call.”

“I need you to teach me Nightwalking.”

“It’s not something you’ll learn in a day. It’s very volatile, and you can end up hurting someone. Besides, we don’t even know if you’re fully capable of it yet.”

“I don’t havetime,” she pleaded.

That shifted the energy around them.

“What happened? Are you in danger?”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

He seemed to read her bravery was bullshit. Gods, she was slipping her steel composure so easily it was becoming to exhausting to even try to convince anyone she could still lift it.

“You don’t have to do everything alone.”

Zaiana pressed her lips together. A natural defense rose against admitting she was out of her depth.

“Have you ever Nightwalked through someone with lost memories?”

“In all my centuries, not that I was aware of, actually.”

“Do you think you could find their memories, help them remember, if you tried?”

“I wouldn’t know.”

“If I can’t Nightwalk to them, could you try?”

The male deliberated for a moment. “I can’t Nightwalk through someone I haven’t seen before.”

For a second, she questioned her trust in him again.

“Search my memory for him,” she blurted.

She could practically feel his surprise.

“He must be important.”

“Just…do it,” she grumbled. “His name his Kyleer Galentithe.”

That seemed to invoke a reaction.

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