Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 235

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.

That sparkling look in his eyes is back. "You

Nothing happened, but I could feel something inside. Something that felt refreshing and cool,

were you having memories again, when

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 doesn't

through my explanation makes me feel awkward. I'm not sure of the words to use, or how to describe the feelings in my

with the element. This is still good,

he begins to pace. His lips move, but the words are too quiet for me

a few minutes of this, he lets out a sigh so heavy I swear I feel the air move. "Red tape," he grumbles.

continues, his voice rising. "Florice can take her damn applications and shove

widen. It's jarring, like hearing a teacher

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

laugh escapes me, awkward and uncertain. Is

an exaggeration than it

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

trail after him to the back of the building. He stops in front of a blank wall, and I'm about to ask

magic. The wall shimmers and parts,

to make sense of 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 beautiful

here is palpable. It's in the air, in the ground beneath my feet. I can almost taste

the training room,"

words leave his mouth, the room shimmers. The trees melt away, replaced by sleek metal walls. We're suddenly standing in what looks like

ask, my voice barely

owner," Magister Orion explains. "But it won't

slow circle, taking it all in. The level of magic surrounding us is staggering. It makes the hair on my arms

be safe to

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