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“And, uh, Monday is game night at Craig and Foster’s house. Would you be willing to come with me?”
Holy shit, Greg wanted me to meet all his friends!
“Yeah, I’d love to.”
Greg raised an eyebrow and held up our joined hands. “Are you sure, because the surge of terror I just felt?—”
I put a finger of my free hand over his mouth. “It was notterror. It was just a little nervousness.”
He smirked against my finger, then said, “Sure, whatever you say.”
I slid my hand from his lips to the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. “Be nice or I’ll sic Steve on you.”
Saturday morning I couldn’t get what Greg had brought up the previous night out of my head. Sure, I’d told Felix and Steve I was magic-married to Greg, and I’d known in an abstract way that we were permanently linked to each other. But he’d spoken about us living together. Like it was inevitable.
Did I want that? I hadn’t lived with anyone since I’d moved out of my mom’s house. But this would be more than a roommate situation. Greg and I would be full-onliving together. Sleeping in the same bed, having sex.
My dick was certainly on board with that plan. Last night’s dry humping session had been fucking spectacular.
But sex wasn’t everything. And I didn’t even know Greg yet, not really. I wanted more time to learn who he was—and make sure he knew who I was—before I moved in with him. At least it’d take a few months for his house to get renovated. I could see how I felt then.
Though I was pretty sure Greg was right. We would end up together. Bonded. Because now my other option, moving away to make sure we never formed a bond, made me feel ill just considering it.
So bonding and moving in together would happen. But they didn’t have to happen right away.
In between fretting about Greg and my relationship, I spent most of the day working on the outline and some story boards for the new game. Kurt had been handling everything beautifully at Rogues Gallery in my absence, and Steve thought we could finalize our transition out of the day-to-day operations of the company by the end of this month.
I did get more Discord messages from DMs around the country with possible victims of the fog monsters. The fuckers were definitely moving across the US, but it was hard to say whether they were heading for somewhere specific or if they were scattering their kills to hide their tracks.
Around 4pm I quit for the day. Greg would be at work for at least another hour, so I decided to try calling another vision of the next victim.
Ms. Jackson, who I’d talked into watching the first season ofSupernatural, allowed me to turn off the TV for a few minutes so I could concentrate.
I settled back on the couch, closed my eyes, and focused on my breathing. This time before calling the vision I reached out for my magic. I spent a moment or two examining how it sparkled and spun through me in a big wheel.
Greg had told me we couldn’t cast any spells or anything, and Edgar had said when you called a vision you just waited for it to show up. But what if I sort of “threw” the magic out to see if it could catch a vision? Like a net? Wouldn’t I get a better result with more energy put into it?
It was worth a shot.
I imagined gathering my magic all together, then I focused on what I wanted to know—the victim, the place, and the timing of the next attack.
I shoved the magic outward.
Oops.
The thing about a net is, you have to keep hold of it in order to bring back what you catch. And I instantly lost my hold on the magic I’d sent out.
I watched in dismay as almost all of my sparkles flew away, streaming outward and leaving me depleted and drained of energy.
I sank further into the cushions. Maybe I’d feel better after a nap.
Something heavy and warm landed on my knee, and my eyes popped open.
“Aaaaaah!” I shouted, scrambling up and diving over the back of the couch in a feat of agility I hadn’t known I was capable of.
But that used up all my remaining strength, so when I landed on the floor, I passed right the fuck out.
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