Her instincts screamed at her to jerk away from whatever that was causing it. She didn't. Instead she remained put and continued to focus on that spot beneath her ribs as the feeling heightened.
The pressure unfurled, spreading throughout her chest and her limbs in faint, luminous threads. She gasped softly as awareness expanded beyond her body.
Her awareness heightened even more. She could feel the possum's weak pulse, its sluggish heart beat as it fought hard to keep itself alive.
Its soul burned quietly like a small flame, easy to snuff out. But no matter how hard it fought, death was inevitable.
Circe's breath caught.
"I feel something," she whispered.
"Describe it," the woman said calmly.
"It is the feeling of straps being unfasten," Circe said. "I can feel its soul slowly untethering itself from the body. Like it doesn't belong there anymore."
