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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."

from 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.

to say that all the time," Vanessa says, her eyes

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

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 can light a candlestick if you need me too. Blackouts? I'm your girl. Summoning a magical book across hundreds of

chimes in

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 are no seatbelts. Well, there were once upon a time-they were all

makes sense. Magic

onto the idea. "If I lose concentration, I lose control.

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

shrug, feeling a bit foolish. "Maybe? It's

over the seat to whisper, "He just

what you can do."

can hear you,

chides. "Don't make her feel bad when she's trying

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

close my

bump 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

the silky feel its leather cover and the ornate silver clasps, tarnished by age. The way the pages felt beneath my fingertips.

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disappeared

what I need

The truck hits another pothole,

Focus, Ava. Focus.

to grasp them, to hold onto their meaning, but they slip away

I need to

concentration. "Are you okay?

opening my eyes. "I'm trying to

she says softly. "We'll be

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

whenever I open

book in my

ancient rust bucket on wheels, and the deserted

traveling.

said to call it to me, so it

for a new magic

wrinkle my nose. It's distracting, pulling me out of my focus. I try to push it away, but it lingers, stubborn and

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

power, of potential. The way it seemed to hum with energy, as if it was alive somehow. I reach out with my mind, trying to connect with