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Vraxlon was still frowning, but did not retreat as I took two more steps towards him, getting so close that our breasts almost touched each other. And I touched his face, feeling his full and beautiful beard sticking my fingers, concentrating everything that was in me in the touch, on the soft and warm skin melting below my cold palm, and closed my eyes. I didn't listen to anything against that sound preservation shield he produced to prevent Hyenna's creatures from listening to our conversations as we left his territory.

I didn't even hear my own breath. Very focused on making it work. Although I don't know how. My soul and my magic took care of the rest, as if I didn't need more than a command and a good willpower for it to happen the way I wanted.

My head became nothing, the thoughts hiding like dust under a carpet, and my mind became liquid, malleable, sailing away from me, using my arm and the touch on the face of the prince-warrior before me as a bridge to connect our thoughts.