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Chapter 23

As soon as I come in, Abbie’s eyes fly open in alarm, relaxing when she realizes it is just me. She sits up, making room next to her and I lay beside her, placing the book in my lap annoyed.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, picking up the book.

“Silas wants my magic, and apparently he wants it now. He gave me this so I can read how to put my magic into something,” I tell her. She nods, flicking through the pages.

“You don’t want to?” she asks.

“Of course not; I only just got it, besides I am Fae. What Fae hasn’t wished for their magic at some stage,” I tell her, and she nods.

Abigail is reading the page Matitus flicked to.

“You don’t need this book. Fae magic isn’t much different from Witch magic, it is easy to transfer your magic. I will show you,” she tells me, and I nod.

“It says here stripping a Fae of her magic removes all magical properties leaving them bare.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask curious, and she shrugs.

“God knows, I am assuming you won’t be able to get it back once it has been used up, whereas with Witch’s magic we can regenerate from pulling on the elements. I’m guessing Fae can’t.”

I nod when Marian walks in, a somber expression on her face when she sees the book Abigail is holding.

“I knew he wanted your magic first thing this morning. I saw him reading that when you woke up. He spent all morning in the library,” she tells us.

“What are you going to do?” she asks, sitting in the desk chair.

“Hand it over. I won’t let anyone else die. It isn’t worth someone’s life,” I tell her. She nods, glancing at Abigail sadly.

“Fae have gone without their magic for this long, not like we can’t live without it. He will regret it though, that I can assure you.”

“What do you mean?” I ask confused.

“You will find out, not necessarily a bad thing for you but for Silas it will be.”

“So, what do you want to put it in?” Abigail asks.

“I have no idea, what do you think?” I ask and she shrugs.

“I have something perfect,” Marian tells me.

“I just need to duck in town. Be back in half an hour,” she says a devious smile on her face like whatever she thought of was funny. Abigail stares at me, raising an eyebrow.

“I wonder what she thought of?”

“Beats me, but I have a funny feeling it isn’t anything good,” I tell her. One thing I’ve learned about Marian after being here for the last few weeks is she has a strange sense of humor. Shaking my head, I get up.

“Where are you going?”

“To get breakfast before Silas kicks the door down and force feeds me,” I tell her. She swings her legs off the bed getting up after me.

“Good idea, I am starving,” she says as she pulls on a woolen sweater. We both stroll to the kitchens and make cereal when Silas and Matitus walk in, proving my theory right that he would have kicked the door in looking for me.

“Good, you’re eating,” Matitus says looking relieved, which makes me wonder exactly how accurate my thought was of Silas force feeding me.

I ignore them as they walk in. I can feel Silas’s anger through the bond which hasn’t died down. When they don’t leave, I see Abigail sending them nervous glances. Tipping my bowl in the sink, Silas growls.

“What?” I snap, glaring at him.