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looking for some answers and I was feeling pretty
determined about getting them.
    “Okay–– Ke ––Onto the next
question. How did you open my dream up for me? Was it some kind of trick? Who are you?”
    I was getting more agitated by the
word. He was giving no response.
    Chaz peered over my shoulder. “I
think he’s out.”
    Damn. I wanted to scream. I
settled for kicking the bed. Ke didn’t move. It wasn’t enough to get out the
full extent of my frustrations, so I turned around and walked over to kick the
wall. That didn’t help, either, but it felt good to do something. I stood
staring down at the black scuffmark left on the wall by my boot, trying to sort
everything out in my head.
    “So are we talking about the dream?”
    My shoulders slumped. “Yes.”
    “Wow, Yesh. How? I mean, this is big .
What happened?”
    I gave him my most pointed look.
“Now that would be what I am trying to find out, wouldn’t it?”
    “I’m sorry.” Chaz took a step
back. “I didn’t mean–”
    “No. I know you didn’t, kid.” I
rested my eyes against the palms of my hands, rubbing the frustration and
tiredness away. I looked down at my watch and blew out a slow breath. The nice
part of me had to step in whether I liked it or not. “Look, I’m going to try
and do what I can for the guy. But I have a coven meeting to get to after a
bit. Keep an eye on me and make sure I don’t go into overtime, will you?”
    Chaz nodded. “How long?”
    “An hour, an hour and a half,
tops. I don’t have time for much more than that right now.”
    “Yesh?”
    I released a sigh. I’d be pushing
as much as he was, if our positions were reversed. Chaz was right. This was big. I just wasn’t sure what to do with it yet. He was being a lot more patient
and polite than I would have been.
    “Listen, Chaz. Will you hold off
if I promise to fill you in when I’m done here? And I promise, if there’s not
enough time before I have to meet up with Pietra, then I’ll sit down with you
when I get back.”
    Chaz accepted it with a nod––not
that he really had any other choice. “Sure, Yesh.”
    The look I gave him was
grateful––and I was. Grateful, I mean. I needed some time to sort through the
jumble of my thoughts. Time wasn’t something I had right now.
    I took off my leather coat and
tossed it on the other side of the bed. Rolling up my sleeves, I sat down on
the edge of the mattress next to Ke. Chaz handed me the wet cloths he retrieved
from the floor by the door. A few minutes of wiping the blood away, carefully
avoiding the mark on his neck, showed me exactly what I expected. There were no
wounds on his back. The bleeding had slowed a bit, for whatever reason. I had
no clue as to what was going on. But there was only one way for me to try and
get a handle on it.
    Holding my hands out steady, a few
inches above his back, I connected to the metaphysical energy of the space
around me. The warmth started to build at my heart, slowly creating a reservoir
of power. When I felt that I had enough stored to start working, I allowed it
to travel down my arms and out my hands.
    My eyes were closed, but I didn’t
need to see to know what Chaz was seeing right now. it would be similar to what
I had watched in the nightmarish dreamscape I had just witnessed. I brushed
away the image of the woman, Ithane––the one who wore my face, calling the
energy to her heart center and then using it to fight against the creature at
the Gate. I had only ever called the energy for sensing and healing. It never
dawned on me that the energy could be used in the way she had. Or was that in
the way that I had?
    Either way, it didn’t matter. I
had a job to do, and little time to focus on the other. I followed the flows of
energy out my hands and got to work.

 
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    A gentle hand touched my shoulder.
“Yesh. Come on back, Yesh. You have to get ready to go to Pietra’s.”
    Chaz’s voice continued to coax me
back into a conscious