Chapter 104: Henry's Choice

Impossible. Her voice shook in my head while I stared, mouth hanging open, at the young man, about my age, standing next to me in a dirty t-shirt that stank of smoke and decay, jeans torn and filthy, longish brown hair hanging in strings around his lean face. Henry, come to me. Now.

He quivered, wobbling on what seemed like weak knees. He'd been a crow for how long? Must have felt weird to be in a human body again. Viviana. He didn't speak out loud, instead whispered her name in my mind, hers, too, likely.

Not hers anymore, was he? Possible, I sent, feeling a bit victorious all of a sudden because didn't we just do something Viviana wasn't expecting and that she couldn't control and wasn't that celebration worthy just out of sheer hell yeah?

Viviana's power reached for him, slid over him, fell away while he trembled.

No, he sent. Not again.