"Please," Laurel begged in a pitiable tone. "I did everything on someone's orders. There is a group of people who want to harm you."
Those words caught Elize's attention. She stopped in her tracks.
Laurel snapped her fingers again and she felt a feeble jerk of electricity. Her magic hissed. Her shoulders sagged in relief. One more time and her portal would appear.
"On whose behest?" Elize asked, tilting her head.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!