Palla, she knew, was formidable when he decided to pay attention to you. The way he’d decided to pay attention to her now. “Show me.” Flecks of color swirled across his eyes. She’d seen that effect dozen of times now, but it still took her aback. When his eyes were like that, he was holding power. Ready to use it, and like always, she could not feel it when any other witch would have. “Not like you’ve been doing. Do it the other way. Maddy’s not here, so you better give permission first. I don’t want questions I can’t answer later.” She knew that. The rules were that a demon needed permission to make a psychic link with a human. Maddy had made a big deal out of all the witches understanding what was allowed and not allowed and what it meant to consent to certain acts with a demon. Like Palla. “I need the word.” He was right about getting her permission again. Maddy was a stickler for reconfirming consent after a break from practice.
