He’s lying to me. He’s pushing me away. For a moment there, I almost let my emotions get in the way. How ridiculous of me.
That dance didn’t lie. Eyes don’t lie.
I was about to let my emotions get the better of me.
Sighing, I tilt my head back and stare at the ceiling, my cheeks burning when I think of what I’ve done. Something Ishouldn’t have. I hexed him, so if he tries to get intimate with anyone, they will be forced to leave.
I know it’s wrong, but I don’t care.
If Allie and Sienna knew, Goddess, I don’t know how I’ll admit that I feel jealous of who the idiot touches. Allie would find it funny, but Sienna wouldn’t. I know it’s immature, but just the thought of him being with someone else drove me to do it.
It all started two days after we returned from the Rossi Mansion, and there he was chatting, or more like flirting, with some senior, and I had cast the spell in a moment of pure jealousy.
But… even though I’m calm now, I don’t want to remove the spell. It’ll fade away after a few weeks. I pout in displeasure at the thought.
If he has feelings, then how dare he even think of another woman? And why is he pushing me away? I mean, if there’s something-
My phone rings before it cuts off just as I pick it up. I glance at the caller ID – it’s Allie.
A message pops up, and unlocking my phone, I read it.
ALLIE: You’re late to class. Where are you?
HEAVEN: On my way.
I text her back quickly.
We’ve been training both with Mama and alone for the last two weeks. Mama comes every few days and gives us tasksto work on for when she’s not around, and some days if she isn’t able to come as planned, Aunty Delsanra will come instead. Along with the training we are given by the teachers at the Academy, this extra training is helpful.
Allie’s improving rapidly, and her magic is growing more potent, which makes me so proud of her.
There’s a lot for us to learn, but with Sienna’s training in the Gods’ Realm and my own, we’re moving along impressively, and I know both Mama and Aunty Delsanra see it. They’re teaching us spells they weren’t keen on before.
Two Days Ago
It’s still dark as we train in one of the outdoor training grounds.
You don’t have a direct link to your ancestors anymore, but you’re still able to call on the spirits of witches for help. Can you teach us how to do that?I ask Mama as my magic dances between the hovering, fragile glass vases. The aim is to use immense power without impacting anything around it.
Mama nods. “Yes, I do that in the same way anyone who hasn’t inherited the direct link would. When you have that link, it just makes it easier and more accessible to call on them. Often, witches don’t like to be told what to do, but by the laws of magic, these spirits of our ancestors have to help when called by the direct line. All witches who aren’t the firstborn can reach out to their ancestors, although this requires a lot more work. But with your skill, I’m sure you’ll do fine,” she says with asmall smile.
Thank you,I write, truly appreciating those words. I haven’t told her about Endora yet. I’m just afraid of how she’ll react, but I do know she needs to be told soon.
“Control is the most vital thing a witch needs,” Mama continues.
“Yeah, and it’s exactly what I lost,” Sienna says with a small wry smile. “Rendering me dangerous and useless.”
“That’s true. I wouldn’t say useless, but in a fight, yes, and dangerous, yes. Control is vital. Emotions are good, but only when you can channel them. If you give in to the rage or sadness, that is weakness when it comes to how magic works.” Mama circles us. “Mordana, Aldona, you both continue with the task at hand. I’m going to work with Caladena. You two are stronger in the magic department, so Caladena will have to rely more on crystals, herbs, and the likes of such.”
“Sure,” Allie says, “More work.”
But despite her complaining, she’s been focusing well. I turn my attention back to what we’ve been set to do.
Mama’s target is moving faster and faster, and I’m chasing it whilst trying not to shatter any of the hovering vases, my magic weaving in and out of the narrowest paths, focusing.
“Shit,” I hear Sienna mutter. Glancing towards her, I see one of the vases in her section has cracked.
You got this,I write. She nods as she brushes her hair back, focusing. Moments later, I see one of her jars cracks and shatters, making both Mama and Allie turn.
