“Well? Have you deduced the cause?” Owen asked, his voice pulling him from the pointless memory. Sylvia, who had been lost in thought, hesitated. “It may be Mana Sharing.” “An exchange was inevitable. We slept together.” “I do not mean an exchange. I mean a Sharing.” He blinked, as if to ask what the difference could possibly be. Unwilling to touch the wretched truth, Sylvia sidestepped the explanation. “The imperial physician said my mana was in turmoil. I assumed it was one of Aerut’s pranks, but now I believe you were the cause.”