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I bite my lip, feeling hesitant to accept. I know that no matter what, my men won’t judge me, but I can’t erase the wordhopelessfrom my brain. The cruel tone of Professor Byzatic…oh no.
“What about Professor Byzatic?” I ask, and Eirik sighs.
“He’ll be fine,” Eirik says. “It’ll be just like what happened with Fross.”But unlike Fross, he might’ve noticed the gold within the power.
I gasp, and Eirik flinches.
“What?” Mael demands, looking between us both. “What did you say to cause that reaction?”
“Don’t worry about Fross, dragonfly,” Zohar says softly. “That’s dealt with.”
“I shouldn’t have thought that,” Eirik says.
“You can’t control your thoughts,” I say quietly.
“No, but I can work better on blocking them,” he says, running his hands through his dark brown—a shade that always looks black unless he’s directly under a beam of light—hair. “Byzatic will be handled. Zohar, can you check him over quickly? I’m calling Etrix over to help me, and you three can head to the dorms. What time is your next class Zoe?”
“1:30.”
He nods. “Perfect. Plenty of time to figure out that”—Eirik gestures to Mael’s leg—“and get there.”
“But what about Professor Byzatic?” I ask again.
“I’ll handle him,” Eirik says softly. “Trust me, love.”
I nod.
“He’ll be fine,” Zohar says, standing up and looking at Eirik. “Probably.”
Eirik then opens a portal as Zohar lifts me into his arms. I’d protest that I could walk, but honestly, I don’t think I can support myself right now. Even standing was causing intense dizziness.
“You did good,” Eirik murmurs, dropping a kiss on my forehead before glaring at Mael. “We’ll discuss your infractions once things here are dealt with.”
“Typical,” Mael mutters, but the upcoming reprimand hasn’t distinguished the bounce in his steps.
The portal closes behind us, and Zohar settles me on the sofa in the living room.
“Okay, time to get your magicae back, Zoe,” Zohar says. Mael comes to sit by me, lifting his leg up onto the table where we can all see the golden glow. “I need you to focus properly on your intention.”
“What is your intention?” Mael asks. He places his arm around my shoulder, tugging me closer.
“Um, to get my magicae back.”
“Okay, so that’s too vague,” Zohar says. “You need to be specific.”
I nod, cringing at the effect the tiny movement has on my vision. “Return my harboured magicae back to me. Safe-keeping from my bonded is no longer needed.”
Those words burst forth from me, and I reach forward to touch the rune on Mael’s leg. My magicae rushes back to me through the contact, and I blink twice as it steadies within me.
“I feel no different,” Mael says.
“But I feel one hundred times better,” I reply, wiggling my fingers with a smile. “That’s pretty nifty.”
“And also pretty dangerous,” Zohar says, and I frown. “Mael, come lay over here so I can check you over.”
“Can’t you do it from here?”
“I cannot,” Zohar says, and Mael groans, but after kissing my temple, goes to lay down on the other sofa.
