When I touched her arm, her eyes met mine and I searched them, trying to discern any details she might have left out. I could embrace my Shadow, force my will on Miri and see her memories, her dreams, but I hated the way it made me feel. Hated the thrill of cold power that rushed through my veins whenever I released the darkness inside of me. Hated the way it left me wanting more.
Miri’s eyes pretty much told me nothing.
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