Tangled

Chapter 235

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235 Ava: Magic Training (1)

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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, but

when I

were you having memories again, when you felt

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like with fire." Squinting, I think back. "I did think about water

Then Selene told me to stop trying to force it, and I tried to relax. Once I finally did, it came to me. It doesn't

me on its own."

my explanation

to use, or how to describe the feelings

partial activation. You felt your attunement with the element. This is still

to pace. His lips move, but the words are too quiet for me to catch. I strain my ears, leaning forward slightly, but it's

sigh so heavy I swear I feel the air move. "Red tape," he

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voice rising. "Florice can take her damn applications

widen. It's jarring, like hearing

swear.

my expression. "I'm simply sick of how things are governed

me, awkward

exaggeration than it is," he mutters, confirming my

I can process this bizarre tidbit about Fae bureaucracy, Magister Orion's demeanor shifts. "Follow me," he says, his tone brooking

the building. He stops in front of a blank

are magic. The wall shimmers and parts,

nothing before

Magic

what looks like a forested grove, trees stretching up towards... I blink, trying to make sense of what I'm seeing. The ceiling-if

once.

I

the training

announces.

The trees melt away, replaced by sleek metal

I ask, my

needs of its owner," Magister Orion explains. "But it won't

in. The level of magic surrounding

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like

up towards... I blink, trying to make sense of what I'm seeing. The

wooden beams like a normal ceiling. It's disorienting

once.

feet. I can almost taste it, a tang on

to the training room," Magister

announces.

away, replaced by sleek metal walls. We're suddenly standing in what looks like a giant metal box. "What

its owner," Magister Orion explains. "But it won't change

circle, taking it all in. The level

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my arms stand up, sends a tingle

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