Page 70 of Enchanted Kingdom
“What?” he asked.
“Do it. Use your magic and warm it up.”
“I thought you didn’t like magic?” he fired back.
“I don’t.”
He rolled his eyes and flicked a finger toward the jerky. “You are a very complex creature, has anyone ever told you that?”
“And you are a frustrating brat. Has anyone ever told you that?”
His lips turned at the corners; I knew he wasn’t really mad.
“What does it feel like? Using your magic?” I asked as we continued along our way.
He considered that a moment. “I suppose a lot like what you feel when you bake. It just feels natural to me. And like you need to rage bake sometimes, I also feel that pull to use magic when I’m angry or overwhelmed.”
I remembered him saying it was like needing to stretch his legs. “So it doesn’t hurt to use it?”
“No. If anything it hurts to not use it.”
I didn’t understand how he could make magic sound sosimple.
We had just turned the corner by the entrance to the gardens, when footsteps were pounding as a group of four guards raced into the forest.
“Shit.” Owen tipped his head back in frustration.
“What’s going on?” I whispered.
“Can you get to your room on your own?”
“What?!”
He spun me to look at him. “Do you know the way to your room? Can you get there on your own? Without getting lost?”
“Yes, but what if the king sees me? Without a guard?” I began breathing heavily merely thinking it.
He shook his head. “He’s busy with the Savaryn chosen families all day, remember?”
I forced myself to take a deep breath. “What’s going on, Owen? You’re scaring me.”
Owen gestured with his head in the direction the guards went. “I need to go help. Just go to your room. Don’t leave until I get there. And if I’m not there in an hour, have Silvia notify Keir.”
I grabbed his arm. “Are you sure?”
“I have to go.” He gave me a nod. “Please Jorah. Please listen to me. Go to your room, okay? I have to go help.”
Help with what?I found myself nodding back though I didn’t want to. “Okay.”
Then I was alone. With no idea of what was actually going on or what danger was happening in the forest.
Curiosity got the better of me and I decided to stop near the tall hedge not ten feet from me. It towered above me, a kind of fence separating the forest from the castle. If I angled myself correctly and found a thinner part of the hedge, it might provide a spot to hide and watch.
But was that really wise? If some sort of danger lurked in the forest? Or if someone saw me peeking through the bushes?
Then I thought of the wolf. What if they were going to hurt him? What if he was involved somehow?
I decided in that moment I was sick and tired of not knowing what was going on. I was done sitting around waiting for someone to tell me something, I was going to start figuring it out on my own.
