Zareth leaned forward slightly. His voice dropped, becoming more intimate, more persuasive. "You felt it the last time, didn't you? The strength. The control. The way the world bent when you reached for it."
Rowena remembered the times she had used the powers. The rush, the feel, the way fear had disappeared when power took its place. She hated that he was right.
"You think of this as a curse. I am here to show you it is a key. A key to everything you want." He paused, letting that hang in the air.
"I don't want power anymore," Rowena said, though the words sounded weak even to her own ears. "I want my mother."
Zareth studied her carefully, his black eye unreadable. "Power is the only way you can have your mother back in your life. Power is the only way you survive." He said.
Rowena had stopped pulling at the chains. She was listening.
