Katherine's face paled at the thought. She certainly did not want to repeat that experience. She harboured no regret towards what she had been through. She had endured it with stoic stubbornness. But it had hardly been anything to look forward to. On the days of the training her body had tensed in anticipation of the pain.
A glance towards the curled tail was her father's only acknowledgement. The lack of action, however, was telling. When she had met him, she had flinched away from almost every touch. That he tolerated an almost possessive gesture from her mother was a little wonder.
"No," he explained. "Her potential has been reached in regard to the stone. But my family's magic might be able to give her access to such abilities." His gaze turned away from her mother and towards her. "This is not a certainty, my child. Your magic is weaker than mine. We would have to see what we can work with." She did not care whether she should get her hopes up or not. They were soaring. She wanted to be able to fly with her mum, to fly with Rhysand and with her Dad and not just on someone's back.