Lycans of Lunar Isle
of magic he and Nova spoke of, I could feel exhaustion looming over my shoulder.
Magic was like a muscle, I realized. It needed to be worked out in order to get stronger.
Jude snapped his fingers, “Again.”
“No, not again.” I panted, my head throbbing miserably. “If you want one so badly, make one yourself! You said magic comes from our emotions. Well, how does that work for you? You’re a murderer, right? Crazy and all that jazz. Do you even have emotions?”
Maybe I was being a bit harsh, but he’d been barking commands at me for the past two hours and I was fucking tired. There were enough roses here to make several bouquets. Surely, that was good enough.
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