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Dorian took a long breath, concentrating
again. Ignoring the whispering presence of the
two keys in his jacket pocket. “Tell me if it
changes at all.”
“It’s that different from your magic?”
Dorian sat back, bracing his arms behind
him as he sought the words to explain. “It’s
not like other sorts of magic, where it flows
through my veins, and half a thought has it
changing from ice to flame to water.”
She studied him, head angled in a way he’d
witnessed the wyverns doing. Right before
they devoured a goat whole. “Which do you
like the best?”
An unusually personal question. Even
though this past week, thanks to the tent’s
relative warmth and privacy, they’d spent
hours tangling in the blankets now beneath
them.
He’d never had anything like her. He