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“Like you being my mate?”
I nod. “Yeah, like that. I guess I just feel like this is the truth. This woman has been in all of my dreams, and there has to be a reason for that.”
“Does it say much about who visits the dreams of banshees?” he asks.
“How should I know? You’re the one that spent time with the book, not me,” I point out, hoping hehasso I can skip to the parts of the book I need.
“I didn’t have time to read all of it,” he responds. “But I did see a section about awakening banshee powers.”
I flip to the front and scan the table of contents for the right page. I find it and scan the neatly printed text within. “When a bean sídhe comes of age, they are often visited by a powerful ancestor in their dreams.” I shut the book and lean into him. “I guess that answers that.”
“Mmm.”
“I don’t even know what to do with the information. I’m a banshee.”
“You don’t have to do anything with it,” he says.
“That’s not true. I have these powers.” I look at my hands as if expecting them to change and become magical, but I guess that’s not how my magic works.
“That doesn’t mean anything, you’re more than what you are,” he says. “Do you think I’m evil?”
“What? No, of course not. Why would I think you’re evil?” I look at him, horrified that he’d think I was capable of thinking that.
He shrugs. “I come from a line of warlocks so twisted that their bodies warped and became this.” He gestures to himself.
“I like the way you look.”
“I’m glad to hear it. But that doesn’t change anything I’m saying.”
“But you’re not evil,” I point out. “You’re sweet, and funny, and kind.”
“With cute ears,” he teases, giving them a wiggle.
Despite the seriousness of the conversation, I let out a laugh. “Yes, with cute ears.” I sigh and look down at my hands.
“So if you can accept that I’m not evil because of what I am, why can’t you accept that you’re more than your magic? Banshees aren’t even malicious, all they do is foretell death, they don’t cause it.”
“I don’t know, because it feels like my whole life I’ve been building to finding out what I am, and it’s strange to think that it’s so...” I trail off, not really knowing what I’m trying to say.
“You’re just forgetting all the other things you are,” he points out. “You’re beautiful, smart, determined, sexy, funny, and adorable.” Every word he says rings true within me.
I nod and look out over the academy grounds. “I guess it’s not right to judge my magic on the preconceived notions I have of it.”
“That too. There’s going to be so much that you can do with them that you don’t even know about yet.”
“Is it weird that I’m at Blackthorn without understanding any of my magic?”
“We’reallat Blackthorn to learn,” he points out. “Some of us know more about doing our thing when we come here, but it doesn’t change the fact there’s a lot we don’t know.”
“I guess that’s true.” And I did hope I’d be able to work out what I was by coming here. That’s a goal accomplished, even if it isn’t the answer I really wanted.
“I’ll help you in whatever way I can,” he says.
“I think I need to talk to the woman in my dreams again.”
“Okay, we can do that. Though we might need to make a stronger potion this time,” he says.
“Do you know how?”
