It often amazed Ten how a spell could be both simple and complex, at the same time. There was nothing complicated about the spell they were doing, but the process was lengthy, and they were just at the start. He swapped out the dagger for the clamps, and paused, looking Keara in the eye.
"Tears this time," he warned her. "But don't force them. They have to come from pain."
Ten tried to keep his distance, emotionally, but this was the part that had always been hardest for him. There was something about watching a pretty girl crying, whatever the cause, that just got his motor running. It wasn't a choice, but he knew he couldn't let himself get distracted away from his work. Ten's hand went to Keara's breast, thumbing over her nipple until it was hard against the pressure.