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.

acutely aware of my body. There's a strange heat building inside me, different from the warmth of

hoping to see the spirit more willing to engage. To my surprise,

muse. "You're more persistent than I gave you credit

you'll answer

unfathomable eyes. "Perhaps. Though I wonder if you're asking

Is it against

just how

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

don't we start with why you're here?" They gesture to the revitalized forest around us. "You seek more power, yet you don't understand the power

from my teacher.

you pay attention. That's the problem with you humans. Never paying attention. There are no ornate rules to magic. Do you need lessons

seems a little different

doesn't feel that

they're a spirit,

of sass in your head for

throat, trying to keep my thoughts out of my

magic, untamed and uncontrolled, is a force of nature. It responds to your emotions, your desires, but without

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

you humans quite a bit, hasn't it?" They're rotating in the air, spinning slowly

now is drawing power from the world around you, but you're not giving anything back. It's like

They'd mentioned witches gave back. Is this

"Yes."

do wizards control

slowly in the air, defying gravity in a way that makes

think they're so clever. They've found a way to cheat the system, or so they

eager to understand. "What do

building up, they funnel that excess energy into these constructs. Imagine a pot of boiling water.

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