Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 290

Chapter 290 Ava: Imbalance

"You're really bad at taking care of yourself, aren't you?"

The little bit of life I'd managed to bring back to the forest is already dwindling, but the spirit—Grimoire, I'm pretty sure—is floating in the air when I open my eyes, lying on their side with their head propped on their hand.

"Excuse me?" What a welcome.

"Not eating. Don't even notice you have a fever. Wild magic inside of you." They shake their head. "You'll implode at this rate."

A fever? My forehead feels cool to touch. "I don't have a fever."

"Your hand is as hot as your—never mind. Not my problem if humans want to kill themselves." They roll over, presenting their back to me.

"What do you mean by wild magic? And why would I implode?"

The spirit waves their hand dismissively, not even bothering to look at me. Their indifference is frustrating.

Last time, they spoke with me after I connected with the magic hidden here.

Fine. If that's what it takes to get answers, I'll try again.

Once I focus, the hidden magic pulses beneath the lake, calling my attention.

I touch my forehead discreetly. It feels cool to me, but the spirit's words nag at the back of my mind. Could I really have a fever?

Pushing the thought aside, I concentrate on the magic thrumming beneath the water, the faintest whisper of it grazing the land. Reaching out with my senses, I try to coax it to life once more.

At first, nothing happens. The forest remains silent, the air still. But then, slowly, I feel a warmth spreading from my fingertips. It travels up my arms, settling in my chest before radiating outward.

The golden glow returns, seeping from my hands into the ground. It spreads like veins through the earth, bringing color and vitality.

a strange heat building inside me, different

engage. To my surprise, they're hovering closer now, their ethereal form shimmering with an intensity that wasn't there

muse. "You're more persistent than I gave

this mean you'll answer my

tilts their head, regarding me with those unfathomable eyes. "Perhaps. Though I wonder if you're asking

back a frustrated sigh. Why can't magical beings ever give straight answers? Is it against some freaking supernatural law they

just how

forgot they can read my thoughts. "Okay, then what should

revitalized forest around us. "You seek more power, yet you

My teacher—I was separated from my teacher.

can learn without a teacher, if you pay attention. That's the problem with you humans. Never paying attention. There are no

little

It doesn't feel that

a spirit, and I'm a

have a lot of sass in your head for someone asking a

to keep my thoughts out of my

"You don't understand what you're trying to control, and therein lies the danger. Wild magic, untamed and uncontrolled, is a force of nature. It responds to your emotions, your desires, but without proper guidance, it can

consume—I was told I needed a teacher so I wouldn't kill myself and everyone around

yes. That has happened to you humans quite a bit, hasn't it?" They're rotating in the air, spinning slowly until they're upside down, seafoam-colored hair reaching the ground. They look

you, but you're not giving anything back. It's like trying to fill

mind flashes back. They'd mentioned witches gave back. Is this

"Yes."

how do wizards

they consider my question. Their body continues to rotate slowly in

voice taking on a slightly mocking tone, "they think they're so clever. They've found a way to cheat the system, or

forward, eager to understand. "What

funnel that excess energy into these constructs. Imagine a pot of

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