Magic is cool, okay? It’s fucking awesome. I can do shit that people could only dream about. Morgan opened up my eyes to a wide world of things I never thought possible. I can make things out of nothing.
But you know what sucks about magic?
How easy it is to bind it. To confine it.
To trap it.
Vermilion root. Countermagic. Antimagic. The feathers of a phoenix. The blood of a dragon. Binding potions.
And fairies.
I hated fucking fairies.
Because they hated me. Well, one in particular.
And I could already feel my magic starting to dampen.
Gary and Tiggy could feel it because they were magical creatures. Tiggy’s blood wasn’t as potent as a full-on giant, but it still was more powerful than a human. Same with Gary. Since his horn had been taken from him, he didn’t have the strength he used to. But they were both magic in their own right so they could feel that same thrum that sizzled across my skin.
“We should probably run,” I said.
“That’s probably a good idea,” Gary agreed.
“Fast,” Tiggy said.
“What?” Ryan asked. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” I said, moving behind him and pushing him to get him moving. The shield he wore strapped to his back felt hot under my fingers. “Nothing at all. This is just the time in the adventure that we practice how fast we can run for no apparent reason whatsoever. It’s called the Super Fun Run. Everybody loves it. Now do it.”
He snorted and looked over his shoulder. “This is going to be the part where I’ll get to tell you I told you so about leaving the Old Road, isn’t it? It’s literally only been thirty minutes. Literally.”
“Nope. There will be no I told you so. None whatsoever. I am just worried about your cardiovascular health. We need to get your blood moving. Keep you nice and limber.”
Fucker was just pressing back against my hands. “And why do you need me limber, Sam?” he asked, sounding almost amused.
And of course my mouth went dry and I thought of sexy things like getting fucked up against a wall and telling him his smile would look even better if I was sitting on it. Somehow, I was able to restrain myself and instead made an inarticulate noise that came out somewhere between a growl and a moan. “I don’t. Just. Shut your mouth. And your face.”
“Sam,” Gary snapped. “Stop touching Ryan and st
art running.”
“I will punch your legs and leave you here for the fairies,” I threatened him, pulling my hands away from Ryan as if he’d burned me.
“Fairies?” Ryan asked incredulously.
“No,” I said. “No fairies. Just running.”
Tiggy was already taking off down the road, kicking up large plumes of dust. Gary followed him, the packs on his back rattling and bouncing.
“Fairies, Sam,” Ryan said.
I was too busy running to even think of something to say, but have no fear, it would have been witty and triumphant and he would have bowed at the word play.
That and the fact that I was still stuck on limber.
Like, how bendy was he?
Could he touch the ground with his hands without bending his knees?