Flashback ( PDFDrive )

“I’m fine. Just running low on mental energy.”
“Then you should quit for the day,” Tiergan told her. “Get some rest
and pick up where you left off tomorrow. The last thing you want to
do is push yourself too hard.”
“Or,” Sophie countered, “we could see what happens if we add
enhancing to the mix. That usually gives Fitz a huge surge of energy,
and he can share some with me.”
Tiergan sighed. “I suppose you could give it a try. But then I’m
going to insist you stop.”
“Deal,” Sophie agreed, using her teeth to pull off her glove and then
holding out her bare hand to Fitz.
“Ready?” he asked Keefe.
“So ready. Give me all the Fitzphie probing pizzazz!”
Fitz pressed his palm against Sophie’s, and a blast of warmth
surged between them—a richer, rawer kind of power that left trails of
tingling sparks shooting from the tips of her fingers to the top of her
head.
“I swear this gets stronger every time,” Fitz murmured.
“It does,” Sophie agreed, tightening her grip and soaking up the
energy he shared with her, letting it build and build and build until
her brain felt ready to burst from the pressure.
“Count us down,” he told Keefe.
And when he got to “one” . . .
WASHER!
The word was more than a command. It was a blade, slicing
through Keefe’s consciousness and striking somewhere deep, turning
everything cold and dark.
For a second Sophie worried they’d miscalculated.