Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 245

Chapter 245 Ava: Magic Boot Camp

Magister Orion keeps me in the training room for an entire week.

Eating. Sleeping. It doesn't matter; I do it all there.

At first, it's weird. I'm always rushing, wanting to go back, to see if we've heard from Sister Miriam or Selene, but Magister Orion points out every time—enough time hasn't passed in our world.

It's weird. I don't think it'll ever feel right.

"How long has it been? Didn't you say it changes?"

"It changes from time to time, but stays stable for long periods." He rests in a hammock, swaying from two palm trees in the middle of our weird, metal training room. He looks like he's on vacation.

Marcus is watching in silence, as he always does.

Vanessa's asleep in her own hammock. They've been taking turns.

Me?

I'm drenched in sweat, but there are three different flames, about an inch in size, floating in the air in front of me. It's little more than candle-strength, but I'm proud of it.

Maybe it doesn't sound like much, but it's massive progress.

Instead of pestering Magister Orion for a more concrete answer, I try to pull the three flames together and merge them into one.

It all falls apart after that.

One flickers out of existence. Another bounces off, and I cut my trickle of magic as it dives straight for Magister Orion's face.

It, too, disappears.

I'm left with one

mutter, cutting my magic and watching it

Fae Ward," Magister Orion announces on the

"How do

behind me. "The room

to see two modern-looking clocks on the wall. One displays a countdown for our time in the training room, while the other shows the time and date

Fae use digital clocks?" I

gives me an odd look. "What's

numbers," I explain, gesturing to the

clocks with numbers. What other

an analog clock to someone who's never seen one? "They have hands that go around in a circle,

fades to confusion. "A circle? Why? Why do you need hands?

needles

the tip of his nose in

I nod.

time with only twelve

five minutes. The big needle is for minutes and the short needle

only have twelve

so before noon. And then there's

his face. "Human inventions can be so very

on the clock

makes my head hurt. I have no idea how elementary teachers can throw knowledge at children; I'm trying to teach an adult and I already want to tear my hair out. Imagine teaching third-grade children

all run for the

eyes, concentrating on summoning fire once more; the power inside

"Focus on gathering your magic inside

in exasperation. "Why didn't you tell me that earlier? I've

that fills the room. "How would I know

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