Chapter 108: Book Three: BELOVED SON

'TOUCHED BY Her own hand.' Wil could feel it. Could feel Her. Almost overwhelming strength wrapped inside soft benevolence. Terrifying might and boundless love. Impassioned wisdom and fierce defense. All of it in his palm, striating all through him. He wanted desperately to hurl the thing away from him, and just as desperately to curl it so tight in his fist it melded with skin and tooth and blood and bone.

"Wil?"

Dallin was leaning close, eyeing Wil with concern, sandy brows drawn down over a thoughtful gaze.

Wil blinked. "Mm?"

Dallin's eyebrow went up. By the small twitch of a wry smile at the corner of his mouth, Wil guessed Dallin had been trying to get his attention for a while now.

"I asked if you had any questions before we get into everything else."

"I have lots of questions, but...." Wil frowned. "I'm not quite sure...."