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.

flows, I become acutely aware of my body. There's a strange heat building inside me, different from the warmth of the magic. It's uncomfortable, almost feverish. Maybe the

to engage. To my surprise, they're hovering closer now,

"You're more persistent than I

you'll answer my

me with those unfathomable eyes. "Perhaps. Though I

ever give straight answers? Is it against some freaking

just how

they can read my thoughts.

around us. "You seek

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

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

a little different

It doesn't feel that

a spirit, and I'm a

of sass in your head for

clear my throat, trying to keep my thoughts out of my head.

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 conduits they've

a teacher so I wouldn't kill myself and everyone around

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

doing now is drawing power from the world around you, but you're not giving anything

mentioned witches

"Yes."

how do wizards

as they consider my question. Their body continues to rotate slowly in the air, defying gravity in a way

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

forward, eager to

dumping ground. When they feel the pressure building up, they funnel that excess energy into these constructs.

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