Page 182 of The Sins of Silas

It sounded to me like Ramiel was being spoken to by a seer. Perhaps Kayin? Then again, she would have told me if she'd spoken to him or warned me herself of a danger…right?

My stomach sank, thinking about how Igon had led Torrin to danger. Sent him to a place where he was enslaved for a year. Perhaps I'm supposed to suffer…perhaps Kayin knows that.

Godsdamn seers.

“So, she draws some symbols, says a few words, and boom, we’re there?” Waylon asked suspiciously, pulling me from my thoughts. Torrin, his parents, and several Mages watched as I drew.

Dani snorted. He was in male form this evening. “If only it were that simple. But, yes, in terms you’ll understand…something like that.”

“You have to draw from your magic,” I described, still working on the design. “Teleporting…it’s a type I’ve never done before.”

“And a Warlock taught you this?” His face paled as Dani smirked at him with his pupilless eyes, his arms crossed.

The Mages here stared curiously, having never seen a Warlock and a Mage working together. Certainly, never having seen a Mage utilize what was always believed to be Warlock magic.

I huffed when the design was complete, wiping my forehead with the back of my hand and then placing the chalk back in my bra. “Are you sure you’re comfortable trying this?”

He answered immediately. “I need to see her.”

I inclined my head, then situated myself inside the circle of symbols I drew, dusting my hands on my pants.

“Whoever wishes to travel with needs to be in physical contact with the spellcaster.” Dani grasped my hand, stepped into the circle, and then lifted a brow at my father.

Catching on, Waylon grasped my other hand. It was strange…his touch. Comforting, yet foreign. Familiar, yet not.

Torrin placed a hand on my shoulder, his parents following suit on my other, and a handful of others stepped inside the chalked symbol, putting their hands on my arms and legs wherever they could.

“Focus your magic and your energy toward Lena,” Dani instructed.

“H-how do we do that?” someone asked.

But I felt it, felt their energy transfer from their touch, the symbols below us, now glowing purple.

We were ready.

I took a deep breath, squeezing Dani and Waylon's hands, before reaching deep within myself.

I gave it my all as I chanted,Accipe corpus meum alibi.

The feeling of teleportation was like no other. I felt my power spike, felt the energy surge through me in an overwhelming rush. But in seconds, the grassy fields on Mount Rozavar were beneath my feet, the warm wind whipping around me and those who traveled with me. The sun was setting, the sky a bright orange.

The wind was knocked from me, and I gasped for air, falling to my knees. Torrin was instantly there, along with my father, making sure I was okay.

“It drains your magic significantly when traveling. She just needs a sec,” Dani said simply, stretching his arms.

Torrin rubbed my back and lightly patted it as I choked on the air. “Are you alright?” he asked nervously.

“Super,” I rasped, then laughed when I finally got my bearings.

Torrin chuckled, then helped me to my feet. The Mages of Ames examined us with widened eyes, in silence, before one of them cheered, “Our Supreme has returned!”

The crowd on the mountain bellowed with joy, and I grinned as I saw all of them appearing well and content. People I'd grown to care for over the past five years ran forward, hugging me, hugging Torrin, and gasping when seeing Tobias and Josie Brighthell after fifteen years.

Thankfully, because it required a portal to reach this mountain top in general, no one seemed surprised we just appeared, though looks of skepticism began to appear when people realized a Warlock was in their presence.

“Lena? Torrin?!”

I turned to my left to see Mother attempting to push through the crowd, teary-eyed with a grin. Sensing our impending reunion, the crowd parted, and we ran to each other, nearly crashing into one another as we hugged.

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