Tangled

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"I know" Nibbling the side of my finger, my brows pull together. Why would he tell me to keep it safe, knowing it might be too dangerous?

What were the words he used again? They seemed significant.

"Ava, I need you to tell me you're not going to the Blackwood territory."

Jerking my head up, I blink at Vanessa's worried stare. "I'm not going. I'm just trying to think."

My brain's dead set on remembering what Magister Orion said.

What was it?

Call my book?

Yeah, that's it.

"The book is useless to anyone even if they find it," Marcus says, his words soft. Is he trying to comfort me? "Don't worry, Ava. It'll be a paperweight. Or, if we're lucky, they'll be allergic. Like Selene." He is trying to comfort me.

How sweet.

"That's if we assume they don't know how to open it. The knowledge has been lost to us, but there are Fae involved now, remember?"

Marcus sighs. "Life was casier without this magic shit," he mutters, almost too soft for me to

hear.

But I do.

My lips quirk. I agree with him wholeheartedly.

"Magister Orion said to call the book to me," I say, looking to Vanessa instead. Sometimes it helps to talk out my thought process. "He wouldn't have said it like that if I were to go pick it up, right?"

Her eyes squint as she thinks it through. "That sounds right. But what does it mean? Can you move it from place to place with your magic?"

My nose itches, and I rub at it in frustration. "I think that's exactly what he means, but I have no idea how to implement it." A long sigh, filled with regrets and lack of time. Time is always in short supply. "I wish Magister Orion had taught me something like that before everything happened."

Vanessa's lips quirk into a small smile. "If wishes were fishes, we'd all cast nets.

I stare at her for a moment, the unexpected phrase catching me off guard. Then, despite the

gravity of our on a laugh bubbles up from my chest. "I haven't heard that phrase since I

was in human school."

reenite from the teneian tore heen miling tighter

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before I knew about the complexities of pack politics, before I discovered my own magical abilities, before the world seemed to

that all the time," Vanessa says, her eyes softening with

clears his throat, bringing us back to the present as his eyes remain glued to the road ahead. "As much as

control exercises. Also known as the thing that would keep me from kabooming everyone within radius if I didn't get training. "I can light a

Vanessa chimes in

Right?" Vanessa turns almost completely around on the passenger side of the bench to face me. There are

sense. Magic

the idea. "If I lose concentration, I lose control. So it's the

out in his voice. "So what, you just think really hard about

bit foolish. "Maybe?

over the seat to whisper, "He just

what you can do."

can hear

chides. "Don't make her feel

he bites back the rest of his words. "Never mind. I'll just

my eyes and try

in the road threatening to jostle me out of my concentration. A stale, acrid smell of cigarette smoke lingers in the air, tickling my nose and tempting me to sneeze. I push it all away, focusing on

picture it in my mind, with the silky feel its leather cover and the ornate silver clasps,

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disappeared

what

The truck hits another pothole,

Focus, Ava. Focus.

dance in my memory, swirling and shifting. I try to grasp them, to hold onto their meaning, but they slip away like smoke. Frustration bubbles up inside me, and I push it

need

voice breaks through my concentration. "Are you

not opening my

says softly. "We'll be

my thoughts. I picture the book again, trying to will it into existence. Come on, I think. Come

open

book in

three of us, this ancient rust bucket on wheels, and the

traveling.

me, so it must be

massive undertaking for a new magic

me out of my focus. I try to push it

way still before we make it to wherever

me when I held it. The sense of power, of potential. The way it seemed to hum with