So here is the next part, continued from yesterday.
That wasn't even remotely what I expected him to say. "Huh?"
Sahir shifted his weight, and as I was about to scold him again for moving, I realized how quickly his color had come back, how much better he looked. I shook my head, and realized that was a bad idea. I was still dizzy and even a little tired. He let got of my hands, slowly, almost reluctantly. "That's enough," he said quietly, that deep voice of his rumbling. "You've given too much already."
"What are you talking about," I said crossly, more irritated than I should have been.
"You have no idea, do you? Pan, did you ever wonder why you graduated from psychopomp to reaper-in-training so fast? Or did the Council feed you their BS line about how you have such 'great potential'?" He made finger quotes in the air as he spoke and I didn't reply, because that's exactly what they'd told me. I'd been happy to hear it, and now I wondered at the tone in his voice.
He actually looked a little remorseful at his choice of words then. "Ah, they did. Sorry. Well, yeah, you do have potential, but it's not what you think. It may not even be what I think, because I've never seen this before. I said that thing was too strong for me send back. I shouldn't have been able to call it up to start with. But I think I did both because you were there in the circle with me. There's something about your power, Pan. you're not just an ordinary reaper."
"You mean I'm more like you?" I hoped that's what he meant, and not something else. Not...a deathdealer.
He shook his head. "The Council probably thinks so."
"But you don't."
He took a long time in answering. "No, I think you're something the Council hasn't seen in a long time, maybe ever."
I didn't like how long he was taking to get to the frigging point. "What are you talking about? Stop beating around the bush already and just tell me!"
He threw up his hands. "I don't know, Pan! All I know is that you gave me the strength to summon that thing, even though that was an accident. You gave me the strength to send it back, and then you gave me the strength to heal from how much of my own power that took out of me. And you're barely more than a little dizzy. You ever hear of a reaper who could do that?"
I hadn't. Nor a necromancer, nor a deathdealer, and definitely not a mere psychopomp. I flopped down onto the stone floor, grateful to my ample curves for cushioning my landing. What in the name of the afterlife was I?
