You’re in Aunt Laurel’s house. You’re safe.
With fear and frustration burning the back of my neck, I plopped down on
the bed and ground my teeth. “I’m hiding from a psychopath in my aunt’s
house and relying on a jerk to solve my problems.”
What a terrible plan.
I wasn’t an idiot. In my heart, I knew I wasn’t a match for Kahanov. I
needed the protection of both Jaxson and my powerful, but likely insane,
aunt.
But I believed the fortune teller’s words, even if they only existed in my
dreams. I couldn’t outrun my fate. Something was coming—I could feel it in
my bones.
It was like a giant storm looming on the horizon. And I was woefully
unprepared.
The dream was a warning. I needed to discover what Kahanov was up to,
and I needed to master my magic so that I didn’t need Jaxson or my aunt or
anyone to protect me.
And figure out who I truly was, whatever the fortune teller had meant by
that. Piece of cake, right?
Maybe tomorrow I would get some answers.
I reached out with my hand and focused my will on the shadows in the
room. The icy sensations of my magic trickled over my skin, and slowly, the
shadows began to dance and move.
My cousin could control fire, and I’d met all sorts of magical people with
wonderful powers in my short time in Magic Side. For whatever reason, my
magic was as cold as death, looked like smoke, and had the power to control
darkness.
I sucked in a deep breath. “I really, really hope I’m not evil.”
I pulled the shadows around me like a cloak, then let them swallow the
room. If only I could make it all go away—the faceless man, the constant
nightmares, and the relentless fear lurking in my head.