"Are you afraid?" whispered over Fenrick's earlobe and down his neck.
"Yes," he admitted, throat dry, tone broken.
There was no point in denying it, not in the presence of a mindraker.
[Good answer,] that voice, dripping with promise, slipped into his thoughts this time and Fenrick closed his eyes, shuddering with the need it drew up out of him.
No need to reply: every cell said yes for the initiate. Before Fenrick's heart made its next beat, magic powered into him, ripping his mind open to the world. Fenrick screamed and embraced his future.