The hand I kept under my pillow to support my head gripped the tangled net that I kept there. I had two more just like it hidden beneath my air mattress just in case. I was ready. I just need to wait for the right opportunity.
That opportunity came when a rough, feverish hand fell to my bare shoulder, gripping it possessively.
Her magic was failing her even though, deep down, she knew it wasn’t true. It had always been savage and untethered, much like the wild wind flying around her. The harder she fought for control, the worse it got, but she refused to give up. The magic would be hers to control. She would not let it control her. And she definitely wouldn’t let someone else’s magic have power over her.
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