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"Shelby, whether you like it or not, you two have already chosen each other. "
“I didn't exactly choose him. More like we just keep bumping into each other," Ace tried to clarify. Not that she needed to defend Shelby.
“Then the gods put you two together."
I did not put you two together.Mina?Greshta called out to the goddess of love.
That particular goddess had never been very involved in Ace’s life seeing as she was trying to avoid people altogether. So she didn't ever hear from Mina unless it was for her to help two strangers meet in the market or something. It was more fun than anything because more often than not Ace chose to stick out her foot or she would bump into them almost violently to shove them into the arms of the person they were meant to meet. Mina remained quiet.
"Oh, I don't think the gods had much to do with this one." Ace waved her hand trying to dismiss the very idea.
"Then you know little of the gods," his grandma hissed.
If only she knew.
"I’m going, okay? I will go tonight but I'm still going to get this grimoire done and then she and I are splitting up." He smoothed out the empty pages of the journal.
“And what are you going to do, Shelby?" the old woman settled her hands on her hips.
“Huh?”
Ace smiled, settling into her seat.Oh, this is getting good, she thought. She swore Shelby’s ears tinted crimson.
“Are you going to stay here with me in this cabin? Forever? This life is not for you. You will get bored and you will seek company. One too many people already know about this cabin." She looked in the direction of Ace for that last part.
"I could go to the witches. I can try to free them."
His grandmother laughed. Likereallylaughed. She grabbed the back of his chair and tilted back, her head pointing up toward the sky as she cackled, her whole body shaking with the noise. "You will do no such thing! What are you going to do? Are you going to spill all of your life's blood on the land and hope that it is enough. It is not. I can guarantee that. It’s suicide!"
Shelby let out half a breath and pressed his palms to the book. "Can we talk about this later? I just need to concentrate."
"Concentrate, concentrate…” She mocked him. “That is how I know you were not raised by the witches. You should not need toconcentrate."
Ace chewed on her lip enjoying the free show she was getting and watched as Shelby tipped his chin down, peering at his grandma from under his eyelashes. His grandmother only smirked, held the basket a little tighter before she plucked a vegetable from the basket and extended her arm toward Ace.
"Cucumber?”
“Oh, no, thank you."
“Take the cucumber." The grandmother shoved the cucumber into Ace’s hand before she turned and headed into the kitchen.
"Are these magically grown?" Ace asked.
His grandma laughed. "They’re grown with my blood, sweat, and tears. Some would call that magic, others would not."
She looked down at the cucumber and examined it. In the small bit of quiet Shelby's palms began to glow. The blue hue of his magic shone against the paper and cast across the table. Ace tried to ignore it as the man worked. The longer she stared at the table the brighter an image became in her mind. She could taste the potent sour that filled the air every time magic was used or a spell was cast. She tried to concentrate on the picture and the image that was in her head started to form into something long and then pointed, something…metal. A sword?
Her brows knitted as she tried to understand what the gods were trying to tell her. But the gods—all of them—had their own distinct voice and tone. Ace could also always sense who was speaking to her. Well, this time she didn't recognize exactly what this was or who it was from. As the image grew clearer and clearer, her eyes snapped up to Shelby.
The blue glow slowly faded from his hands, as he took a deep breath and looked up at her. "What? Why are you always looking at me with some absurd expression? Can I help you? More than I already am?"
"Did you…was that… "
"Spit it out, girl!" the grandma shouted from the counter.
"Was that spell for a sword?"
"You said you wanted spells with access to weapons."
