"Do you remember what I told you before about how power and transformation are linked to your emotions?" he urges, giving my hands a little squeeze as if this might somehow prompt the memory from me. But I have heard enough already- of course I remember. How could I forget? My eventual fate of transformation rests largely on the stability of my emotions, and from what I have seen, such transformations can be both explosive, and highly dangerous. Neither of these things I am particularly looking forward to.
And to do so with Alastor in the near vicinity... The consequences would be dire.
Withdrawing my hands from his, I wrap them tightly across my body with a guilty look.
