Placing his hand over his heart, Theo closed his eyes.
In his mind, he pictured the balls that were laid out in front of him.
He’d made it all on his own to university. Theo was passing all of his classes even with the addition of destiny, mates, and being summoned away from his mates. The more that the fated threw at him, the better Theo thrived.
That was right.
Theo was going to thrive. He would accept this gift of knowledge that Bramley had passed on to him. Bramley might have used the information to hurt Theo but instead Theo would turn it around and become someone that his mates could lean on when times got tough.
Theo rubbed his chest. Over that spot that had felt cracked open when he’d been facing his brother.
Instead of trying to crack himself open again, Theo called for the magic to flow from him. Encouraged the magic to come out to the tips of his fingers. His palms heated and tingles shot down his fingers.
That was right. Magic belonged to him now. Theo opened his eyes and the balls were floating in front of him.
He didn’t shout in triumph or clap. He’d made that mistake the prior night. Keeping his eyes on the balls, Theo began to move his hands. The balls followed his direction, making a circle. They rose in height and floated faster.
This was it. Just remain calm and still. Allow the magic to flow from his fingertips to the balls in front of him.
It had seemed so childish, especially when Theo couldn’t master floating balls, but now Theo could see why magic usersused this technique to teach their children. Theo wasn’t a child but he was new at magic and that was okay. When it came to it, magic had saved him before and for that Theo was thankful.
Magic wasn’t good or bad.
Magic was just a tool.
Theo needed all the tools in his bag.
The balls danced in front of him.
In his heart, Theo knew that he was a good person. He’d never use his magic against someone who was weaker than him. Or even to hurt someone that wasn’t intent on attacking Theo or his mates first.
The magic wanted to be helpful. It was up to Theo to fan the flames of magic but also put it away when he didn’t need it.
Brownies, trolls, dryads, gargoyles, dragons, mages, demon warriors all used magic. Aurelia’s magic was helping them make their new house a home. Bo loved the garden in their new yard. He had even stayed behind the night before starting to build a bridge over the small water feature in the middle of the yard. As far as Theo was concerned, Bo could have all the bridges he wanted. Theo had no problem with a yard full of bridges.
Magic was not evil.
Theo wouldn’t let his magic be bad.
The balls floated faster, dancing and whirling in front of him.
Now Theo needed to gently, gently being the keyword, lower the balls back down.
His hands shook from him holding them up for so long.
“Hey! You did it!”
Theo jerked and yelped in surprise and the balls crashed into the mat. He sighed, looking toward the stairs.
“Oops! Sorry.” Wylder shoved his hands into the pockets of his tattered jeans.
“I had it!” Theo complained.
“I’m sorry.” Wylder crossed the room toward him. “I was just excited to see you using magic. You were so frustrated when you came to bed last night.”
He might have been a little upset. A pep talk at breakfast from Dario helped Theo get his mind right. This wasn’t something that he had to do. Theo wanted to protect his mates. Learn more about magic. Control the magic instead of letting it control him.
“I thought you were going to leave me alone,” Theo reminded him.
