He maintained a loving grip as he swung me around and set me down behind where we were standing. “Stay here, away from the window,” he instructed and headed for the door before stopping to glance back. “I mean it, Jocelyn.”“I know.”Muffled shouts echoed through the bayou, finding their way up through the rickety floorboards, reinforcing Jameson’s request. They grew louder as he opened the door, unnerving me.I remembered Jameson’s warning…to save my energy because I’d lose it soon enough. The Vires purposely created these prisons to sap us of us our abilities. I also recalled something else Jameson had said, and although he hadn't initially meant it as a warning, it certainly applied now. Vires are immune. They have full influence over their abilities. I drew in a sharp breath as the conclusion I struggled with surfaced: Vires are powerful here, we are not.The instant I pieced it all together, the door closed behind Jameson.I rushed for it, taking four long strides and yanking the doorknob back before I knew what I was doing.Jameson was exposed now, and it terrified me.“Jameson?”
