The Warlock's Snare

"Hello, beautiful."

The voice inside my mind is Lorcan's.

But it isn't Lorcan speaking to me.

The chill that races through my body has nothing to do with fear of the attack. It comes from realizing that the damned warlock is using our bond to communicate with me. Before I can react, he hurls the sphere at me. I dive aside, throwing myself against the wall for cover as the energy crashes into the s