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myself in reality.

“You’ve got this.” His voice sounds strained. “Whatever you create in
your mind is real to you. Shut off the valve. Build a wall. Whatever makes

sense.”

“It’s a door.” My fingers dig into the soft material of his tunic, and I
mentally heave myself against the door, forcing it shut one inch at a time.

“There you go. Keep going.”

My physical body trembles at the effort it takes to mentally shove the
door closed, but I get it there. “I’ve got the door shut.”

“Great. Lock it.”

I imagine spinning the giant handle and hearing the locks click into place.
The relief is immediate, a cool blast of snow against my feverish skin.

Power pulses, turning the door clear. “It changed. I can see through the
door.”

“Yeah. You’ll never be able to fully block him. Got it locked?”

I nod.
“Open your eyes, but do your best to keep that door locked. It means

keeping one foot grounded. Don’t be surprised if it slips. We’ll just start
again.”

I open my eyes, keeping that mental picture of the shut Archives door,

and while my body is still heated and flushed with warmth, that
inescapable, driving need is blessedly…somewhat muted. “He’s…” I can’t

find the right words.

Xaden studies me with an intensity that makes me sway toward him.
“You are astonishing.” He shakes his head. “I couldn’t do that for weeks.”

“Guess I have a superior teacher.” The emotion swelling through me is

more than joy. It’s euphoria that has me grinning like a fool. I’m finally not
only good at something, but astonishing.

His thumbs stroke over the soft skin under my ears, and his gaze drops to
my mouth and heats. Hands flexing, he draws me forward a few inches