He felt the cool, smooth skin of the demon's fingers as they locked about the front of his skull. With conscious effort, he resisted the temptation to watch in the aether as the spell took hold. He had done so only once, and the creeping feeling of watching aether being poured into his own mind still gave him shudders when he thought of it. "Just relax, you are making this harder than it needs to be," Rashan cautioned. Faolen realized that his jaw was clenched and that all the muscles of his neck were pulled tight as bowstrings. He filled his lungs and released a long breath, forcing himself to ease them loose once more. "Better. Now, go wake your twin." Wendell's eyes opened in a dirty little rooming house in Takalia. It was dark save for the moonlight that squeezed past the shutters. After allowing his eyes to adjust to the shadows, he could make out the sleeping forms of Jadon and Zellisan—though he could have found the latter by his snoring. The boy was still thin, but not in the same sickly way he had been when Wendell and Zell first found him.
