“What kind of magic do you have?”
“Are you going to answer any ofmyquestions?”
“Unlikely. What power can you access?”
“Fire,” Evelyn said defiantly.
Moeller raised a brow expectantly. “And?”
Evelyn double-checked that the door was closed. “Energy.”
“Hmm. I suppose that isn’t surprising.”
“Why not?”
“Do you want me to show you how to use it?”
“I know how to use it!”
Moeller leaned back in his chair. “Can you do anything other than make some pretty light appear between your fingers?”
She blushed. “Not yet.”
He smirked. “I’ll ask you again. Do you want me to teach you?”
“Why would you do that?”
“First, because it’s my job to train fae of Lochmatten how to use their magic correctly.”
“I’m not from Lochmatten.”
“Second, because you are more likely to hurt yourself if you don’t understand how your power works.”
Evelyn had read a similar warning in her book about Energy magic. “What do you want in return?”
Moeller rolled his eyes. “I’m not Ritter. Not everything has to be a Bargain. I’ll settle for knowing you won’t accidentally blow up your own palace.”
His words triggered a connection in Evelyn’s mind. “Is it possible… Could Energy magic be what caused the explosion in the city?”
Moeller gazed at her curiously. “Theoretically, yes. But so could Fire magic and several other abilities or accidents.”
“Have you been to the bar where it happened?”
“I have. The most notable thing is theabsenceof any evidence one way or the other.”
“Would Energy leave a trace?”
“Not necessarily. Someone talented could probably even cast it quickly enough to account for the lack of witnesses among the survivors.”
“So it could have been someone from Lochmatten?” Evelyn asked.
Moeller frowned. “That’s a dangerous accusation to make, Princess.”
“I’m not accusing anyone! It’s just a question.”
“It’s possible. The problem is how the person responsible was able to leave fast enough to avoid killing themself. Unless they didn’t, or they are among the injured. Ending up in the hospital would be an excellent alibi.”
Damien was the only person I saw leave after the explosion, and Haydn was already gone.
