Tangled

Chapter 235

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235 Ava: Magic Training (1)

235 Ava: Magic Training (1)

Magister Orion clasps his hands in front of him and beams in my direction. "And now, we have you, Ava Grey. The first wizard in a very long time."

Feeling the intensity of his gaze, I shift my weight, settling a little deeper into my chair as though that will somehow shield me from his excitement. "I don't want

you to see me as something special. I'm just me."

"You can't get away from being special, Ava Grey." He sighs. "It's unfortunate, but you'll never be able to escape that. Even without your magic, you're mated to an alpha, correct?"

I nod.

"Then you were already special to begin with." He spreads his hands with a little shrug. "Your magic is

like confetti on a cake."

Confetti?

Oh. He must mean sprinkles.

"Sprinkles are disgusting," I point out.

They are not. I like them. Selene's little whisper in my

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mind has my nose wrinkling

Sprinkles are just crunchy wax covering delicious icing. They have no business being within a mile of a decent

cake.

"Yes, well, there are those who love their sprinkles."

Magister Orion claps his hands. "So. Fire was your first element. I'm a little surprised. I thought it would be

water."

Tilting my head, I ask, "Does it matter?"

"Matter? No. It's a simple bit of curiosity. A personal theory, I suppose. Have you had any success with

other elements?"

"Water," Vanessa offers.

"Oh?" That sparkling look in his eyes is back. "You

touched water?"

I admit, "Not exactly. Nothing happened,

that felt refreshing and cool, when I finally stopped trying

Orion murmurs. "And were you having memories again, when

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Squinting, I think back. "I did

trying to force it, and I tried to relax. Once I finally did, it came to me. It doesn't really feel like I'm in control

me on its own."

through my explanation makes

sure of the words to use, or how to describe the feelings in my body.

like a partial activation. You felt your attunement with

move, but the words are too quiet for me to catch. I strain my ears, leaning forward slightly, but it's no use. Whatever's going through

swear

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means when he continues, his voice rising. "Florice can take

It's jarring, like

swear.

he says, noticing my expression. "I'm simply sick of how things are governed here. Did you

me, awkward and uncertain. Is

wish it were more of an exaggeration than it is," he mutters, confirming my

this bizarre tidbit about Fae bureaucracy, Magister Orion's demeanor shifts. "Follow me," he says, his tone brooking no

in front of a blank wall, and

wall shimmers and parts, revealing an

nothing before

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blink, trying to make sense of what I'm seeing. The ceiling-if you can call it

once.

air, in the ground beneath my feet. I

the training

announces.

The trees melt away, replaced by sleek metal walls. We're suddenly standing

I ask, my voice

the needs of its owner," Magister

circle, taking it all in. The level of magic surrounding

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like a forested

to make sense of what I'm seeing. The

beams like a normal

once.

beneath my feet. I can almost

to the training room,"

announces.

his mouth, the room shimmers. The trees melt away, replaced by sleek metal walls. We're suddenly standing in what looks like a giant metal box. "What

changes according to the needs of its owner," Magister Orion explains.

in. The level

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stand up, sends

be safe to

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