(Nisha)
I had breakfast with Pete while Cameron trained. I was not a morning person and was surprised that Pete was. I left him outside his cottage whistling and tinkering with his truck. I was worried he would miss his old life, but he insisted he settled in here ‘just fine’ and preferred to keep to himself.
He had enough savings as if he would need it here, and he and Cameron were already making plans to start a repair shop in the village center or a town not far from here.
The door to our room opened, and I jumped back. Cameron was standing there in only sweats, towel drying his hair.
“Stop that,” I told him.
“What?” he shrugged, but gave me a sheepish smile. “I can sense you, you’re the one with magic shouldn’t you be able to sense me sensing you?” he asked. He frowned and sh
