Saerian shrugged. "You're pretty much right about that," he agreed. This was not how dreams were supposed to work, and he was not supposed to have this much power. Molly was completely correct.
He was going to say that he wasn't here to hurt Molly. But he really didn't know that yet. She wasn't on the list of people he'd set out to hurt in this endeavor.
But she was powerful.
She looked wobbly, so Saerian imagined a chair and slid it underneath her. "Seriously, though. What secret?"