Hayle Coven Novels
Owen's frown was more sad than angry.
"Yes," he said, before his sister could shush him. "Where did you hear about us?"
"Guardian angel, remember?" I looked back and forth between them. "Mind telling me what your cryptic titles mean?"
Trill stiffened, but Owen shrugged.
"Simple," he said. "My sister is maji. That's why she's the light. Creation magic, you get me?"
I nodded, already knowing what was coming. The empty feeling of him, I knew it, had felt it before.
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