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Her best moment as a witch-and they’d been doing it all wrong. And still the stranger watched with his distant, daring eyes.īeth cuddled deeper into her blue silk sheets, waiting for the words that would shatter her world. Mesmerized by the dancing light, she wove the delicate, finicky spell that would light a candle if done exactly right.įelt victory flare in her veins as the first flame lit. With careful, reverent fingers, Beth reached for the glowing lines, barely breathing even in her dream. She felt them rising, the murky, mysterious energies that witches sought to power their craft. Every time she worked a circle, she trusted that the elemental magics would come. Three gently glowing lines of energy, undulating gently, one beside the next. It wasn’t the power that rocked her soul-it was the window that came with it. It was like touching the whisker of a lion-soft, sturdy, and attached to something fearsome.

It wasn’t the power he fed to her, although she knew, somewhere in her dreaming mind, that he kept it well throttled. Ten years of hard work, and she almost dropped her circle on its head. Or it was hers-until their magics touched. Watching the circle, monitoring.Īnd then the stranger reached out his hand, air to fire, his energy to hers. Beth felt the soft presence of Liriel behind her, friend and partner. The stranger called on air, his deep voice an odd counterpoint to the female energies she’d always associated with magic. Mellie’s rich alto called to earth, a steady beat in a circle of nerves. The eyes were distracting her-she needed to pay attention. Jealousy stirred in her veins, knowing where the dream went next. And it had taken three days of careful, laborious preparation. A decade of study and work, building the magic together-invaded by a man who could make a fire globe in two breaths. Her circle stood in silent support, not trusting the stranger in their midst.

Her fingers reached for magic the way they always did, hoping for the light brush of other that would mean she’d found it.