Jade: The Hybrid Mage
For the first time in what felt like forever, I was alone in my mind.
“You’re eighteen, yes?” Kema asked, pulling a small vial from his leather pouch. Before I could answer, he tilted his head back and downed the potion in one fluid motion. His throat bobbed with each gulp, and I caught myself staring, my breath hitching. I didn’t know when the hunger rose inside me.
‘The beast . . . it’s messing with me again,’ I thought, shoving the feeling down.
“It doesn’t look like you’ve awakened your magic,” he continued, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Even that simple gesture sent heat crawling up my neck. “Or isn’t eighteen the age for the awakening ritual?”