(Cameron)
I still don’t know how she did it. One moment, Nisha was wrapped in my arms, her cool hair spilling around us. I was warm and content, and at peace. The next, I was shoved into a cage made of impenetrable vines of some sort.
It stank of magic.
Magic was unpredictable; even when you thought you could understand it, changed and evolved, and I could barely make sense of it. I hated the confusion, but even more, I hated that something someone was gifted with could overpower years of training and calculated growth.
I knew who was behind it even before she showed herself. She eyed me warily, confused, almost as if she couldn’t decide if I was useful or not. I stayed silent through her questions and didn’t dare as any of her. I knew they would be lies anyway.
All I cared about w
