Witchcraft than I thought. I still do not like the Witch, though. This tiny bit of knowledge does not make up for leaving her daughter defenseless.
W hen I am feeling better, w e practice for several hours, and not once can she control her magic. My insides feel as if they have been shredded, yet, she looks as if she could continue to do this all day. Why is her magic not waning with overuse? Mine is. The harder I fight her off, the more exhausted I become. This is not possible.
Anger seethe s through me when I finally call it a day. I am physically unable to take any more of her magic within me without being seriously injured. Stomping back to the cave, I light the stove and we have more of the disgusting soup we had for lunch. Xandra must sense my mood, because she does not ask me any of her annoying little questions while we eat.
W hen we are done , Xandra takes the bowls and washes them out. E ven with her being so quiet and helpful, e ach minute in her presence is making my temper boil more and more. I have to get out of here. While she is still outside, I change into my raven form and fly away. I need to burn off some of this anger, and flying is always a good way to do that.
This evening, though, it does not seem to be doing the trick. I have been out here now for a few hours , and I am not any less angry than I was when I left. As I soar above the trees, I think about the amount of power she has. I have never felt magic this strong. Not even my own. I figure out that is what is bothering me. If she is more powerful than me, then how do I stop her when the time comes?
No, she cannot be stronger than me. There is something going on, some sort of trick, that I have not figured out yet. Is it a spell? Did the Witch do something to temporarily increase her daughter’s magic? That must be it. And Xandra knows it. She must. I am such a fool believing her to be an innocent all of this .
Determined to get to the bottom of whatever is going on , I head back to the cave, my mood becoming increasingly black as I near. Xandra is asleep when I fly into the cave. Shifting back to my human form, I dress myself and then straddle her in her sleeping bag. She is not leaving this cave until she tells me what is going on.
Waking, she practically screams, “What are you doing? Get off me.”
Not until she tells me the truth. “You are not stronger than I am. You can no t be. I am full blooded Fae and you are a half-breed.”
She glares at me. “So you’ve said several times. Will you get off me now?”
“I do not know how you are doing it.”
“Doing what?”
“There is no one in the realm of Fae who is stronger than I am , save the King and my grandmother. That’s why I had to come.” I had to come to save this girl who is lying to me, keeping secrets.
“Good for you. You still haven’t gotten off from me.”
She is not going to trick me any more . Putting my hand on her jaw, I hold her still as I try to sense the Witch’s spell . “This power of yours, it must be some kind of trick.”
As her own anger builds, she begins to pull magic. Too much magic. I can feel the walls around us start to shake , as loose rocks both inside and outside of the cave begin to move. Part of t he ceiling above us cracks and is going to come down . O n us. She truly is insane.
“No!” I yell, as I cover her body with mine and then roll us to safety, getting hit with several heavy rocks in the process. And I thought I could not get any angrier with her. “I gave up my world to save you and this is how you repay me . ”
I want to hit her, or use my magic on her, but I find I cannot do either. As I look down at her beautiful face twisted in anger , I do what I realize I have wanted to do since the first time I saw her in the woods. I kiss her. I want to be gentle, but my emotions will not let me. This is a kiss of
W hen I am feeling better, w e practice for several hours, and not once can she control her magic. My insides feel as if they have been shredded, yet, she looks as if she could continue to do this all day. Why is her magic not waning with overuse? Mine is. The harder I fight her off, the more exhausted I become. This is not possible.
Anger seethe s through me when I finally call it a day. I am physically unable to take any more of her magic within me without being seriously injured. Stomping back to the cave, I light the stove and we have more of the disgusting soup we had for lunch. Xandra must sense my mood, because she does not ask me any of her annoying little questions while we eat.
W hen we are done , Xandra takes the bowls and washes them out. E ven with her being so quiet and helpful, e ach minute in her presence is making my temper boil more and more. I have to get out of here. While she is still outside, I change into my raven form and fly away. I need to burn off some of this anger, and flying is always a good way to do that.
This evening, though, it does not seem to be doing the trick. I have been out here now for a few hours , and I am not any less angry than I was when I left. As I soar above the trees, I think about the amount of power she has. I have never felt magic this strong. Not even my own. I figure out that is what is bothering me. If she is more powerful than me, then how do I stop her when the time comes?
No, she cannot be stronger than me. There is something going on, some sort of trick, that I have not figured out yet. Is it a spell? Did the Witch do something to temporarily increase her daughter’s magic? That must be it. And Xandra knows it. She must. I am such a fool believing her to be an innocent all of this .
Determined to get to the bottom of whatever is going on , I head back to the cave, my mood becoming increasingly black as I near. Xandra is asleep when I fly into the cave. Shifting back to my human form, I dress myself and then straddle her in her sleeping bag. She is not leaving this cave until she tells me what is going on.
Waking, she practically screams, “What are you doing? Get off me.”
Not until she tells me the truth. “You are not stronger than I am. You can no t be. I am full blooded Fae and you are a half-breed.”
She glares at me. “So you’ve said several times. Will you get off me now?”
“I do not know how you are doing it.”
“Doing what?”
“There is no one in the realm of Fae who is stronger than I am , save the King and my grandmother. That’s why I had to come.” I had to come to save this girl who is lying to me, keeping secrets.
“Good for you. You still haven’t gotten off from me.”
She is not going to trick me any more . Putting my hand on her jaw, I hold her still as I try to sense the Witch’s spell . “This power of yours, it must be some kind of trick.”
As her own anger builds, she begins to pull magic. Too much magic. I can feel the walls around us start to shake , as loose rocks both inside and outside of the cave begin to move. Part of t he ceiling above us cracks and is going to come down . O n us. She truly is insane.
“No!” I yell, as I cover her body with mine and then roll us to safety, getting hit with several heavy rocks in the process. And I thought I could not get any angrier with her. “I gave up my world to save you and this is how you repay me . ”
I want to hit her, or use my magic on her, but I find I cannot do either. As I look down at her beautiful face twisted in anger , I do what I realize I have wanted to do since the first time I saw her in the woods. I kiss her. I want to be gentle, but my emotions will not let me. This is a kiss of
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