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“You fought him with Zoe right here?” Eirik hisses. The angry, cold tone he’s using would make me cower, but Mael barely flinches.
“And then what happened?” Mael asks me.
“Um, my magicae got defensive and reacted,” I say. “And then I panicked and… boom.”
“She managed to stop a fireball hitting me,” Mael says, proudly. “Used her own fireandwater to neutralise it, even if it wasn’t needed.”
“It was headed towards you. Of course it was needed,” I say, looking up at him in shock.
“It was my fire, Ellie baby,” Mael replies, lighting his hands up to show me what he means. “I can’t burn myself—accidentally or not. But also, you’re the only person in this universe who has managed to burn me.”
My face falls, thinking back to the pain he was in when I branded him, and he smiles softly. He doesn’t regret it, even if it kills me to think about.
“Yes, yes,” Eirik mutters.We all know Zoe likes him best.
“I don’t,” I say, looking at Eirik with what I hope is pure sincerity. “I don’t like him best.”
“Yeah, you do,” Mael says with a smug smirk.
“I like you all equally,” I say firmly. I use Zohar’s shoulder to pull myself to a stand, relying on his frame to keep me steady. My eyes go blurry, but I don’t stumble.
Zohar holds me, and sighs. “You’re running on empty.”
“I don’t understand,” Eirik says with an adorable confused look. “She didn’t use a lot of power, and… well, I’d have expected her to have a lot.”
“Mael,” I call, getting his attention with the urgency of my tone. “What’s wrong with your leg?”
“What?” he demands, looking down at his legs. “Fucking shit.” He shakes his leg, but it does nothing. There’s a golden light underneath his pants, sort of looking like it’s on fire.
You know, if fire was gold and didn’t burn.
“Oh, wow, that’s interesting,” Zohar says. He looks up at me, a question in his gaze. “Can you stand?”
“Yes.”Probably.
He lets go of me, and I grab the table for support as Zohar stalks over to Mael. He pulls his pants up before grinning.
“I know how to fix your magicae levels,” Zohar says, throwing me a grin over his shoulder.
“What’s wrong with his leg?” Eirik asks.
“This rune, the one that’s gold—”
“Obviously we know which one you mean,” Mael says, rolling his eyes.
“Let him explain, Mal,” I murmur, and he nods.
“The golden rune is one to store magicae,” Zohar says, rubbing over it ever so slightly. I feel a jolt of something within me, and based on the surprise in Mael’s face, so does he. “When you let loose your power, it’s because you reached an unstable amount within you. I don’t fully understand it, but Mael absorbed as much as he could, so that once you balanced out… you can claim it back.”
“Holy shit,” Mael whispers, echoed by Eirik. “How do I give it back?”
“Everything works with intent,” Zohar says, shrugging. “Maybe just… ask for it back?”
“It can’t be that simple, can it?” Mael asks.
“Why not?” Eirik asks. “It’s her magicae, contained in your body through her magicae. I think it really could be that simple.”
“You ready to try, dragonfly?”
