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I look back at him, noting the frown taking over his face. Why does any of this even matter?
“Uhh, no. What are you getting at?”
Creed cocks a brow at me, waving his hand in my direction. “Who did it belong to?”
I feel the muscles in my face drop as I slowly start to understand where this is going. Lying isn’t my thing, so I tell them the truth.
“I think I kept it from a guy I used to be friends with.”
“Friends as in ‘let’s braid each other’s hair,’ or friends like ‘let me stick my dick in you’?” Creed pushes, and I feel my cheeks heat. I can’t actually remember who it belonged to, if I’m honest, but it was definitely option two. Something tells me they'd only wind up dead if I did remember.
“Change,” Brax blurts, eyes fixed on mine. His tone is deadly, catching me off-guard as I shake my head.
“What? No.”
Before another word is even spoken, Eldon twirls his fingers in front of me, repeating the same magic Leila used, and the t-shirt I’m wearing transforms before my eyes. “There, you can wear one of mine,” Eldon states, like it’s completely okay to just change my outfit.
I whirl around to face him head-on, finger aimed at him, when a breeze brushes over my skin again and the t-shirt morphs before my very eyes.
“What the actual fuck is going on right now?”
“You can wear one ofmine,” Zane announces with a shrug. “Just don’t ever wear another man’s clothes again.”
Gaping at him, I’m at a total loss for words. I don’t know who to yell at first. Tearing my hand from Eldon’s, I step back and glare at each of them.
“No more changing my fucking clothes without my say-so, assholes.”
Brax leans back in his seat like I’m boring him. “So, who else knows you’re void of magic?”
That’s it? Conversation dismissed?
I purse my lips, considering whether I should continue to push my original argument or accept the change in subject. The fact that he doesn’t outright call me a Void has me swinging in his favor.
“My mama knows. And I yelled it at Abel when he showed up out of the blue, forcing me to come here, but he didn’t seem to think that was possible. Otherwise, it’s mostly the people in Shadowmoor that are aware. Voids are common there and it’s clear when you don’t start using powers as soon as you turn eighteen if you are one or not.”
“This has to be because of the suppression,” Creed states as I let Eldon lead me to a free spot on the sofa.
“What do you mean?”
“You heard the lesson the other day, right? They purposely keep Shadowmoor in the dire state that it’s in as a false front to ward off other realms. A lot of that is done by using some kind of magic or potion to suppress the inhabitants and the surrounding environment,” Creed explains, but as much as it’s making sense, it doesn’t at the same time.
“What does that mean, though?”
“It means that you might not be void of magic,” Brax clarifies, and my body freezes.
“How?” I breathe, too nervous to speak any louder as I look at him. Hope threatens to blossom inside of me but I tamp it back down, refusing to let myself feel it.
“I don’t know, but not being in Shadowmoor could definitely be a big help,” Eldon murmurs, throwing his arm around my shoulders. “Have you ever had any inkling or momentary feeling in your gut that you couldn’t explain?
I consider his question for a moment, digging deep into my soul, hoping for a moment I know doesn’t exist. “No.”
The thought of magic running through me is all I used to dream about. It consumed my every waking breath until my eighteenth birthday rolled around and nothing came to me. Nothing has pained me more than realizing there was no magic in me, nothing to help me escape the world I was trapped in.
“But if Eldon’s vision was right, thereissomething within you,” Zane says so casually that it almost doesn’t register.
“Wait, what?”
“Fuck, Zane. We said to keep your mouth shut,” Brax admonishes, and I’m almost pleased to see him be irritated with someone other than me.
