Quinlan cast his mind outward, threading his will through the unseen spiritual web that connected him to those who bore his mark.
He touched her essence.
[Master's Link: Jasmine]
The connection snapped to life.
A moment later, a breathless squeal burst into his mind, sounding as if a dam had just broken.
Her voice was high and trembling, drenched in such raw emotion that it made him ache, feeling a bit guilty for taking so long to complete the trial.
He lifted his hand.
Her voice cut in sharply, worried. Panicked.
