“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Feeling your soul.” He said under his breath.
I frowned at him. What’s that mean?
“Hawk?”
“I told you, you’d understand eventually, Mary Mage. When Mages link, they exchange magic. Enhancing their own.”
“I don’t understand.” I shifted slightly. Feeling achingly vulnerable with him still resting inside me but unmoving.
Seeming more interested in sensing me than in filling me.
“Every Mage has magic.” He lifted a hand with fingers spread wide to symbolize one’s magic.
“It has gaps in the things it can’t do and the knowledge the Mage doesn’t have.” He outlined the spaces between his fingers with the pointer of his other hand. “But when they link then her magic can seep in and seal those gaps.”
He linked his other hand upside down thr
