Mabel's fingers rested lightly against Nyxie's back. The small dragon leaned into the touch, still pleased with herself, apparently unaware or unconcerned with the full implications of what she had done.
Liam, meanwhile, was already thinking.
His irritation had shifted into analysis, though the faint ache in his head remained. What he experienced raised more questions than answers.
Was the memory sharing something Nyxie could do because she was a Nyxarion? If so, then this skill belonged specifically to her nature. Nyxarions were tied to death, shadow, Myst balance, and strange forms of growth that Liam still did not fully understand. It was possible her species had always possessed deeper memory resonance, and she had only become capable of using it now because her bond with him had strengthened.
Or was it because she was his shadow?
