"Are you sure about this, Luka?"
Luka lay on another mat that had been placed on the floor next to Keisha, with Samuel and the shaman kneeling over them, the former staring anxiously down at him. The ritual to forge a mind-link was about to start, and Samuel still had doubts about sending his delinquent ward into the mind of one of his favourite students.
"Yes. Now chill the fuck out, Bowers," Luka growled in annoyance, earning an eye-roll from the dean, who motioned to the shaman to begin.
The woman pulled out a scepter from her bag of instruments, and began to wave it over Luka and Keisha's heads. "I need you to relax, my lord. You will soon feel extremely drowsy, and a deep sleep will fall upon you. Do not resist it, as this is how the link is forged.
