Lia
I’m in the backyard, ready to start practicing. I have to always be ready. This is why I try to carve time for myself to practice magic. Everyone around here is always practicing their skills because you never know when something is going to happen.
After the crazy time we had, I wanted to be ready for anything. How was I to know when a coven seeking revenge or some dragon shifters who had been sleeping
“Okay… let’s not get rusty,” I murmured, staring down at the candle placed in the center of a circle I’d drawn with chalk. “Just a little warm-up. Easy.”
“Talking to yourself again?” Rain’s voice floated over from the porch, teasing as ever.
I didn’t look up. “It’s called focus. You should try it sometime.”
“I’m very focused,” he said, strolling over with that infuriating grin. “
