I had never been so entirely drenched in magic.
I took a moment to stand there in awe, breathing in the magic, letting it soak into my pores and drift out on my exhales.
And then it all clicked into place. And I knew what was happening.
Fiella’s voice called out from down the street, shouting the same thoughts. “Kizzi! What’s going on? Has magic finally returned to the realm?”
Epilogue
Tandor and I sat, legs intertwined, curled up on the couch in his cottage. Casper was seated on my lap, purring gently as I ran my fingers through her smooth fur.
We passed a roll of mirthroot back and forth, taking turns inhaling the enchanted smoke.
“Did I tell you I had a vision?” I asked as wispy smoke drifted past my lips. “During Hallow’s Eve.”
“Oh? Did it involve me?”
I shoved his shoulder. “Oh, of course. But there was another one. Without you in it.”
“What about?”
I shrugged. “Some voice. Deep but soft, far but close, it was hard to pinpoint.”
“Just a voice? How is that a vision?”
“Do you want to know what they said or not?”
He gestured for me to continue. “Go ahead, princess. Tell me.”
“They thanked me for inviting them back.”
“Huh. Who was it?”
I took another puff, exhaling slowly through my teeth. “I have no idea.”
“What do you think it means?” he asked.
“Your guess is as good as mine.”
“Were you smoking mirthroot that night?”
I laughed. “No. But nobody will believe me, will they?”
“I believe you.”
I reached out to pat his hand. “You have to believe me. I’m the one sharing your bed.”
His smile was roguish. “I would believe you regardless.”
“Whatever you say, orc.”
“I believe you too, Godsblood” a tiny voice chimed in. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I whirled, seeking the source of the intrusion. Did someone sneak into the cottage? The drugs were getting to me.
A tiny sprite, blue and wispy, perched on the arm of the couch beside me. It was the brave water sprite, I realized. She must have followed me here.
And she wasspeaking.
“Tandor, am I hallucinating right now?”
