Chapitre 617: Chapter 617: Balance Required

No sweat. This would be no sweat whatsoever. I felt myself rise both in spirit and in confidence, my mind and magic flowing upwards toward the edge of the emptiness. Creation power hummed, ready for action. I'd never felt more powerful, more in control of my abilities as I reached out through the blankness, searching for Belaisle and the source of the power draw draining the Sidhe realm.

And tumbled back, falling on my ass in the dying grass as answering magic rippled over the surface of the storm and threw me off.

I stared up in surprise, head ringing, body tingling with the shock of the violent recoil. Charlotte's hands grasped my arms, her human form returned now that we stood in the Unseelie realm. The monarchs of the Unseelie had no power to spare to play dress up.

"Thanks." I brushed at the seat of my jeans, face so tight in a frown my cheeks ached. "Well, that hurt."

Odhran stood mute, watching me. His disappointment looked to be about as powerful as mine.