“Say your trigger word,” Ceri prompted, and I winced. It was too late. My eyes met hers, and her thin lips twitched. “You forgot,” she accused, and I shrugged. Immediately she stopped forcing energy into me, and the excess ran out in a brief spark of heat back to the line. “Say it this time,” she said tightly. Ceri was nice, but she wasn’t a particularly patient teacher.

Again she made ley line energy overflow my chi. My skin warmed, the bruise from where Algaliarept slapped me throbbing. The amperage, if you will, was a touch more than usual, and I thought that it was Ceri’s not-so-subtle encouragement to get it right this time.

“Tulpa,” I whispered, hearing it in my mind as well as my ear. The word choice wasn’t important. It was building the association between the word and the actions that were. Latin was generally used, as it was unlikely that I would say it accidentally, triggering the spell by mistake. The process was identical to when I had learned to make an instant circle. The word tulpa wasn’t Latin—it hardly qualified as English—but how often was it used in conversation?

Faster this time, the energy from the line found my enclosure and filled it. I pulled my gaze to Ceri and nodded for more. Green eyes serious in the dim light from the heat lamp on my desk, she returned it. My breath seeped out and my focus blurred when Ceri upped the level and a flash of warmth tingled over my skin. “Tulpa,” I whispered, pulse quickening.

The new force found the first. My spherical protection circle within my unconsciousness expanded to take it in. Again my focus cleared, and I nodded to Ceri. She blinked when I gestured for more, but I wasn’t going to let Al knock me out with an overload of force. “I’m fine,” I said, then stiffened when the bruised skin around my eye throbbed, burning with the sensation of a sunburn even through the pain amulet. “Tulpa,” I said, slumping as the heat vanished. See, I told my frazzled brain. It’s an illusion. I’m not really on fire.

“That’s enough,” Ceri said uncomfortably, and I pulled my chin up from my chest. The fire was gone from my veins, but I was exhausted and my fingers were trembling.

“I don’t want to sleep tonight until I can hold what he pushed into me,” I replied.

“But, Rachel…” she protested, and I raised a hand slowly in denial.

“He’s going to come back,” I said. “I can’t fight him if I’m convulsing in pain.”