Page 96 of Untraced Magic
I lifted my chin to find her freshly showered, peering down at me as she leaned over the top of the counter, curiosity plunging her brows.
I pulled a plastic container out of the drawer, and standing again, lifted it into the air.
“You need to practice your magic.”
She gave me a crooked smile, as if not convinced this container was worth conjuring.
“With that?” she said, waggling her finger at the container in disbelief.
“Yes, with this. I hate to remind you, but whatever you have inside you, someone else wants. Not everyone has the ability to call on both light and dark magic, Morgan. It will most likely be both a blessing and burden. So today, we practice magic, starting with this.”
I gestured for her to follow me into her living room, and she did.
“Sit down here, like this,” I said, dropping to the floor and placing the container in front of me.
Her head dipped to the side, but she sat down, remaining silent.
“Okay, now concentrate. Look at the container and think only about it and try to move it. Close your eyes if you have to.”
She complied, her nose scrunched up as she focused.
After a long half minute, she let out a huff of frustration.
“Nothing’s happening. This isn’t working.”
I nodded. “That’s okay. When my magic first came through, it was inconsistent and would surface only when I was overwhelmed with emotion. Let’s try something. Can you shut your eyes for me?” I said, and she obliged. “You have to dig deep the first time you use your power. Use any emotion you can. Anger, frustration…desire.”
She opened one eye at the last word, and a smile spread over my face at the look she threw me. “Are you for real?” she asked.
I grinned. “I am.”
Morgan looked up and sighed, worry clouding her gaze. “I’m really not sure about this. What if I hurt you?”
My hand fell to her knee. “Don’t worry about me. Just concentrate on the container.”
She held my gaze until her lids flicked shut again.
“Now, clear your mind and whatever emotion you choose to focus on, visualize pulling it tight, nice and close. Draw from its strength.”
I heard her pull in a few long breaths, releasing them evenly again.
“I’m going to take your hands now,” I warned.
Placing her hands in mine, the mate bond streaked desire between us.
“Do you feel that?” I asked, trying to keep my tone even.
Her answer stormed through me as she released it on a moan. “Yes,” she breathed.
It took every effort to keep our bond in check. To not take her again right here and now. “Good. Now, look at me.”
Her lids opened, and a seasoned look only made for a mate pulsed through me.
“That feeling, pull it from within.” I paused, waiting, giving her time. “Now, use it,” I ordered. “Push that feeling onto the container and push it away with your mind.”
The atmosphere between us became magnetic. Morgan looked back to the container, and for a moment, nothing happened.
Then without warning, I was catapulted into the air, the breath squeezing from my lungs as I slammed into the wall on the other side of her living room.
