Parker blinked, something shifting in the back of his head. Oh... right. Fuck.
He remembered now.
Even though the Ravencrofts were the only ones who needed his magic directly to unlock their full witch potential, all the Origin Families had always drawn from something deeper than ambient energy. They fed on the Ether, yeah, but that was just the surface. Their true source—the battery that juiced their existence—was him. The Prince.
His presence alone was like divine Wi-Fi. The closer they were, the stronger their signal.
Helena's eyes were already on him. Maya too. Both looking at him with this mix of really? and you forgot this?
Parker narrowed his eyes and leaned toward Helena. "Is that disappointment I'm sensing from you?"
Helena blinked. "I wouldn't dare," she replied, way too fast, voice sweet and still awkwardly respectful. Too respectful.
Maya snorted. Her daughter outright laughed.
