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

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memories of a simpler time, before I knew about the complexities of pack politics, before I discovered my own magical abilities, before the world seemed to be falling apart around us. Not

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

remain glued to the road ahead. "As much as I appreciate the trip down memory lane, we should focus. It must be important, for him to warn her in that

potholes, making it even harder to concentrate. "We spent most of our time on basic control exercises. Also known as the thing that would keep me from kabooming everyone within radius if I didn't get training. "I

chimes in with a

crucial in magic. He must think I'm capable of doing this, so I just need to figure out how. Right?" Vanessa turns almost completely around

huh? That makes sense. Magic seems to

concentration, I lose control. So

skepticism. Probably because it leaks out in

foolish. "Maybe? It's worth a try,

leans over the seat to whisper, "He just doesn't

what you can do."

hear

meant to," she chides. "Don't make her

to-" he bites back the rest of his words. "Never

a deep breath, I close my eyes and try to empty my

A stale, acrid smell of cigarette smoke

its leather cover and the ornate silver clasps, tarnished

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disappeared like

what I need

to center myself. The truck hits another pothole, and I grit my

Focus, Ava. Focus.

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

I need

my concentration.

not opening my eyes. "I'm

she says softly. "We'll

the book again, trying to will it into existence. Come on,

open

in

ancient rust bucket on wheels, and the deserted

traveling.

it to me, so

for a new magic

out of my focus. I try to push it away,

up. Besides, we have a long way still before we make it to wherever Lucas is

feeling it gave me when I held it. The sense of power, of potential. The way it