Jace’s Pov
It is an odd feeling when magic is at work. I wasn’t gifted the power of arctic magic like my mother or my sister, Carolyn. I am more like my father. Magic still affects me differently; it makes me feel like I’m behind the wheel of a car going one twenty down a highway. The adrenaline rush I get from being in contact with magic gives me a high. This was different; coming into contact with magic and welcoming magic into your body. This was a high I had never felt before. My aunt was in my head controlling my body and I had to just sit back and watch.
When I watched her eyes roll back in her head and she passed out, I pushed forward and grabbed her head before she could do any more damage. It was as if a rubber band had snapped back around my head. One minute I was a bystander i
