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.

There's a strange heat building inside me, different from the warmth of the magic. It's uncomfortable, almost feverish.

hoping to see the spirit more willing to engage. To my surprise, they're hovering closer now,

more persistent than I gave you credit

you'll answer my questions

me with those unfathomable eyes. "Perhaps. Though

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

just how I

read my thoughts.

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 you already

My teacher—I was separated from my teacher. I'm on

problem with you humans. Never paying attention. There are no ornate rules to magic. Do you need

little different from breathing,

doesn't feel

they're a spirit, and

in your head for someone asking

trying to keep my thoughts out of

knowing look in their eyes. "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 you. It isn't like electricity, flowing only within the

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

humans quite a bit, hasn't it?" They're rotating in the air, spinning slowly until they're upside down, seafoam-colored hair reaching

but you're not giving anything back. It's like trying to fill a cup with

witches gave back. Is

"Yes."

do wizards

to rotate slowly in the air, defying gravity in a way that makes my head spin if I focus on

mocking tone, "they think they're so clever. They've found a way

eager to understand.

pressure building up, they funnel that excess energy into these

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