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

my

Magister Orion announces on the heels of

blink, surprised. "How do

wall behind me. "The room told

our time in the training

clocks?" I ask, confused by

an odd look. "What's

clocks with numbers," I explain, gesturing

sits up eagerly. "We've always used clocks with numbers. What other

one? "They have

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

hands—well, they're actually needles that

the tip of his nose in thought. "The numbers one

I nod.

tell time with

an hour, or five minutes. The big needle

only have twelve

A.M., so before noon. And then there's P.M., which is

his face. "Human inventions can be so very strange. This

up on the clock explanation,

wrong. Trying to explain old clocks just 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

they didn't all run for the hills and give up their

fire once more; the power inside of me is easier to grasp, though it feels

concentration. "Focus on gathering your magic inside of

snap open and I stare in exasperation. "Why didn't you tell me that

fills the room. "How would I

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