Asher grasped Catherine's wrist, his grip firm yet hesitant, as her ruby-red eyes flickered with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "Go ahead," she murmured, her voice both encouraging and commanding.
He closed his eyes, focusing inward as he reached out with his blood-related ability. The moment their connection began, he felt a surge unlike anything he had ever experienced. Her blood was dense, ancient, and unfathomably powerful. Merely sensing its presence was like trying to move a mountain—massive, immovable, and overwhelming.
Catherine noticed his furrowed brows and the beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "Don't try to control it," she instructed gently. "You're not meant to dominate it. Connect with it. Feel it. Embrace it. Become one with it."