Ethan frowned.
Lily kept going. "But my power can be loaned to you anytime. You can call on it—just don't play yourself to death."
She paused, her gaze settling on him.
"But remember this. You absolutely can't die."
Her voice dropped lower.
"My body and yours… in a sense, they're linked."
"If you die, I can't live either."
A cold sheen of sweat broke out across Ethan's forehead.
He was just about to press her—what the hell did she mean by linked?—when Lily's voice sank completely into the depths of his consciousness.
The ghost-blue Infernal Primordial Power that had been coiling around him also seemed to get reeled back by some unseen force, fading bit by bit until it was gone. Only the spatial orb remained, rotating slowly in midair as it kept drinking in the last scraps of energy around them.
Lily's presence vanished.
