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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."

the teneian tore heen

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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.

that all the time," Vanessa says, her eyes softening with the memory. "She had a saying for

back to the present as his eyes 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

to concentrate. "We spent most of our time on basic control exercises. Also known as the thing that would keep

so much," Vanessa chimes in with a

eyes, trying to recall anything that might be useful. "He did mention something about intent being 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 on the passenger side of the bench to face me. There

Magic

"If I lose concentration, I lose control. So

head can't hide his skepticism. Probably because it leaks out in his voice. "So what, you just think really hard about

bit foolish. "Maybe? It's worth

the seat to whisper, "He

what you can do."

can hear you,

she chides. "Don't make her

he bites back the rest of

close my eyes and try to empty

smell of cigarette smoke lingers in the air, tickling my nose and

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

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and disappeared like

what I

The

Focus, Ava. Focus.

hold onto their meaning, but they slip away like smoke. Frustration bubbles up inside me, and I push it

need

breaks through my concentration. "Are you okay? You

nod, not opening my eyes. "I'm trying to

she says softly.

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

whenever I open my

in

this ancient rust bucket on wheels, and the deserted rural

traveling.

frown, concentrating harder. Magister Orion said to call it to me, so it must be possible; I just have to figure

undertaking for a new magic

I wrinkle my nose. It's distracting, pulling me out

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

sense of power, of potential. The way it seemed to hum with energy, as if it was alive somehow. I reach