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skin against mine.

“Not at all. Just one of the perks of not thinking too clearly. You have
incredibly touchable skin.”

The compliment makes me suck in a breath. So much for controlling his

faculties.
“You need to envision somewhere. Anywhere. I prefer the top of my

favorite hillside near what’s left of Aretia. Wherever it is, it needs to feel

like home.”
The only place I can think of is the Archives.

“Feel your feet hit the ground and dig in some.”

I imagine my boots on the polished marble floor of the Archives and
wiggle them a little. “Got it.”

“That’s called grounding, keeping your mental self somewhere so you
aren’t swept away by the power. Now call to your power. Open your

senses.”

My palms begin to tingle, and a flood of energy surrounds me, just as
saturating as it was in my bedroom but without the pain. It’s everywhere,

filling the Archives and pushing at the walls, making them bow and bend,
threatening to break them. “Too much.”

“Focus on your feet. Stay grounded. Can you see where the power flows

from? If not, just pick a place.”
I turn in my mind. The barrage of molten power is flowing through the

door. “I see it.”

“Perfect. You’re a natural. It takes most people a week just to learn how
to ground. Now, do whatever you need to mentally do to wall yourself off

from that current. Tairn is the source. You block that power, and you’ll have

some control back.”
The door. I just need to close the door and twist the enormous, circular

handle that seals the Archives off for fire control.
Desire makes my heart pound, and I grab on to Xaden’s arms, anchoring