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“You are truly an astounding woman, Bevin,” Mrs. Reid said with a smile.

“It worked?” I gasped, beaming at her when she nodded.

“You did themall,” she chuckled.

“No, really?”

“Oh yes, I saw—I used a spell where I basically could gauge their magic filling up almost like they were vessels,” she said, looking like she was struggling to explain it to me since I was still learning and behind. “I sat here and took notes for you as I watched several start to fill up. It was as if…”

“What?” I asked.

“You were using a garden hose. No, you were the sprinkler,” she corrected. “Too much magic was coming out of you for one skein that you were doing. You guessed that correctly and slowly it just soaked up into the other ones all done like a sprinkler does the ground. It was fascinating to watch. Well done.”

“So not everyone could do that?” I hedged, glancing around and trying to even get a quick count.

“With work, but—you have a lot of magic. You’ve talked about your engine being different. We’re all vehicle engines and you’re a jet one really. That’s the best analogy for the difference. So I would do that with things I was touching. You have more power.” She gave an elegant half shrug to say that explained it all.

And it really sort of did.

“It would probably be better to…” I was going to say get the magic on the skeins first and then have people put them together, but then it was easier to lose the magical yarn. No, better to do it the way we had.

But then the yarn could be more versatile. Right?

“Oh, I see your brain spinning with ideas,” she chuckled. “But you got a bit lost in your head, so you will have to be careful with this until you’re more comfortable with it like you are making toys. What made you stop?”

“I got thirsty,” I answered. “Really thirsty.” I frowned and pulled out my phone. “How long was I rambling?”

“You did several skeins so yes, you have to limit them or you will keep going.” There was something in her eyes when I looked at her. “I suggest you have Professor Wyatt check you during this. Try different ideas and maybe how far you can go to push yourself. He would be the best as your power assessor.”

She was amused. I could see that… But I didn’t knowwhy.

Had I said something that made her think I wanted to spend time with Wyatt?

Had he?

She winked but then said she’d get me something to drink before I had to leave. Also, she’d make sure to get it all to Tracey. I flinched and she froze.

“Sorry,” I whispered, feeling horrible. “Sorry. Really.”

She gave me a kind look. “I’ll try not to take offense. You couldn’t trust your family and that should never be the case. I would never steal from you, Bevin. I really just want to help.” She gave a snort. “You’d give me as many as I asked for if I did. There’s no reason to ever steal from you when you’re too kind.”

“People still do,” I said sadly. “I just—my mind went to Jean.” I frowned. “I think I’m going to be sensitive about that for a while.”

“And that’s valid. I would be too.” She came over and gave me a quick hug which shocked me. “You bag them up and I’ll have your security take them with you.”

“No, I don’t—we have to pay you for the materials and—”

“We’ll take blankets later, but you’ve done so much for us already. We should do more for you.” And then she quickly left the room.

I didn’t take offense. She became emotional anytime she thought about how I helped her son. I didn’t understand it since I didn’t have kids, but I wasgladboth the Reids were appreciative of what I’d done.

I really was.

A few of her staff helped my guards drag it all to the circle when it was time to go, and I thanked her again. She told me that she’d talk to Wyatt about what happened and we could figure out how to work at it and push me.

Okay then.

“I have questions,” Winter muttered as we arrived at my house and he took in all the massive black garbage bags. “Lots of questions, little sexy. Did you rob a… I don’t even know.”

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