Page 42 of Untraced Magic
When she didn’t reply, I pushed a little further, unsure how far was within her realm of okay.
“Morgan, there’s a lot at stake,” I urged.
More than she realized. Exposing my gift to her was one thing, but if she wasn’t a witch, if she was… something else.
Could my fucking heart handle being torn apartagain?
That kiss was off-the-scale intense.If she was something dangerous...
I shoved the thought aside.
We needed to know what we were dealing with.
She sat silently for a moment until her lips finally parted, exhaling a long breath.
Her head tilted to the ceiling, her eyes closing momentarily before connecting with mine again. “When I said I didn’t know, I meant it,” she whispered.
My head cocked to the side. “I don’t understand. What do you mean you don’t know?”
It didn’t make sense for her to not know her heritage. Magic usually manifested in our younger years, and for her not to know this was insane. I couldn’t comprehend it.
Her eyes challenged mine. Steel connecting with chestnut from each end of the couch.
“It’s like my emotions take over and things just… explode.” She threw her hands up in front of her. “It’s only happened one other time, and I don’t know how, okay?”
What the fuck? I scrunched up my face in confusion.
“Someone threw a hex on the bar tonight.”
She frowned. “And that is...?”
I sighed. Wow, she really hadnoidea. “The easiest way to explain what was going on in Jinxed tonight, is that everyone’s emotions were on steroids, magnified by magic. And that’s possibly why your magic emerged.”
“My magic...”
She genuinely looked baffled, like she had no idea what I was talking about.
“What about your parents? They must have answers for you. Magic is always in the bloodline.”
She stared at me blankly.
I shrugged. “I’m just trying to help here,” I reminded her.
Her hands ran along the delicate chain she wore around her neck before knotting together in front of her. “I’m adopted. I never knew who my birth parents were; I never met them. And I have no clue how whatever this is works, or what I’m supposed to do with it.”
The words tumbled out of her like she’d been holding onto them her entire life, my mouth falling open at the statement.
I got the feeling I was the first person she’d ever shared this information with.
I gathered a long breath as her eyes held onto mine, like I was her get-out-of-jail-free card. Maybe I was…
“We’ll figure this out. I’ll help you find out the answers you need,” I assured her.
I meant every word, for both her and the rest of us.
A wall of tears threatened to spill from her, and I moved closer. Cautiously, I rested my palm on her knee, grazing my thumb in numb circles; the contact alone sent heat coursing through me.
“Would you like to ask me anything about tonight?” I asked. Surely, she had questions of her own.
