287. Aftermath

~ CASIMIR ~

That torrent went on and on. I lay there, holding her, shaking my head—shaking all of myself. I was awed by her power.

How had she contained it for so long?

I could bust the cap off this mountain if I wanted to. But I didn’t.

The more I molded the flows, the more I directed them, the easier it became to do so—to use and control them, drawing more and more from her in what seemed to be an endless supply, but eventually, I felt the pressure in her easing.

Still, I