Chapter 39 Ava: Her Identity

You have the potential, Selene says, her voice a cautious whisper in my mind. The arcane flows through your veins. But…

My breath escapes me in a giddy rush. Magic. Real magic. Human magic. It's something out of a fairy tale, not something that should exist in my life. Then again, supernaturals exist—and we're pretty nonstandard, ourselves.

It's not that simple, Selene continues, her tone growing more serious. Magic is not a toy, little one. It's a force of nature, raw and untamed. To wield it requires knowledge, discipline, and control.

I swallow hard, feeling the warning in her words. "But how do I learn? I don't even know where to start."

You would need a teacher, Selene explains, her voice tinged with hesitation. Someone well-versed in the arcane arts, who could guide you, show you how to harness and control your power. But magic is a lost art. Magicians were lost to the curse and became shifters.

Talk about a letdown.

"So, I won't be able to do magic." Is that how you say it? Do magic? Cast magic? Spell magic? Cast spells? It all feels weird in my mouth.

It is unlikely, Selene says, but she still has that cautious sound to her voice.

"If I tried, what's the worst that could happen?"

Death.

A simple word, bluntly given, with all the truth in the world behind it. I shudder at the matter-of-fact tone.

to the recklessness of their magical talent. Until magicians began to teach each other, too many lives were lost in the pursuit of the power within them.

trying to regain some of

shoving down the odd sense of loss. Magic would have been amazing to learn, of course. But—if Selene says it's too dangerous, I believe her. It isn't worth my life to

that's been bothering

Of course.

me? No shifter has a

she explains in that

again. All shifters are bonded with ancient magic, and they don't have any 'separate', only 'one'.

I can almost picture

you, an English professor now? And what are we, exactly? Are you a

a quiet pride. I

better. "How is that possible? Doesn't

her tone turning brisk. For now, it's more important that you take a cold shower before your heat

sends a shiver down my spine, and I can feel the first tendrils of

don't want to be in a frantic state like yesterday. But I can't let this conversation go just

can you just choose to be with me? And what do you mean, we're separate and

understand yet. But trust me when I say

to argue, to demand answers, but the heat is building faster now, and I can feel my skin starting to

One humiliation is enough.

as I go. Niceties are foregone; I just want to get control of my body as soon as I

are, but they're close enough that I'm lifting

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