Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 235 Ava: Magic Training (I)

Magister Orion clasps his hands in front of him and beams in my direction. "And now, we have you, Ava Grey. The first wizard in a very long time."

Feeling the intensity of his gaze, I shift my weight, settling a little deeper into my chair as though that will somehow shield me from his excitement. "I don't want you to see me as something special. I'm just me."

"You can't get away from being special, Ava Grey." He sighs. "It's unfortunate, but you'll never be able to escape that. Even without your magic, you're mated to an alpha, correct?"

I nod.

"Then you were already special to begin with." He spreads his hands with a little shrug. "Your magic is like confetti on a cake."

Confetti?

Oh. He must mean sprinkles.

"Sprinkles are disgusting," I point out.

They are not. I like them. Selene's little whisper in my mind has my nose wrinkling.

Sprinkles are just crunchy wax covering delicious icing. They have no business being within a mile of a decent cake.

"Yes, well, there are those who love their sprinkles." Magister Orion claps his hands. "So. Fire was your first element. I'm a little surprised. I thought it would be water."

Tilting my head, I ask, "Does it matter?"

"Matter? No. It's a simple bit of curiosity. A personal theory, I suppose. Have you had any success with other elements?"

"Water," Vanessa offers.

sparkling look in his eyes is back. "You touched

could feel something inside. Something that

"And were you having memories again, when you

fire." Squinting, I think back. "I did think about water and its properties, but it felt like something was missing. Like it wasn't enough. Then Selene told me to stop trying to force it, and I tried to relax. Once I finally did, it came to me. It

I'm not sure of the words to use, or how to describe the feelings in my body. I don't even know

with the

to pace. His lips move, but the words are too quiet for me to catch. I strain my

heavy I swear I feel the air move. "Red tape," he grumbles. "Always

when he continues, his voice rising. "Florice can take her

widen. It's jarring, like

my crass language," he says, noticing my expression. "I'm simply sick of how things are governed here. Did you know we

escapes me, awkward

were more of an exaggeration than it is," he

can process this bizarre tidbit about Fae bureaucracy, Magister Orion's demeanor shifts. "Follow me," he says,

building. He stops in front of a

wall shimmers and parts, revealing an entrance where there was nothing

what I'm seeing. The ceiling—if you can call it that—cycles between sun, stars, and wooden beams like a normal ceiling. It's disorienting and

I can almost taste

training room,"

the room shimmers. The trees melt away, replaced by

my

changes according to the needs of its owner," Magister Orion explains. "But it won't

magic surrounding us is staggering. It makes

safe to practice your magic," Magister