Nicholas slowly descended to the ground, some distance away from Logan. His wings remained outstretched behind him. He didn’t like fighting and only fought when it was completely unavoidable.
“But Grace’s body was weak. I doubt she could use something as mentally exhausting as magic.” Logan attempted to make an excuse for his late wife. He could recall the cuts he’d often found on her wrist. Although he’d never mentioned his worries to anyone, his wife was suicidal from depression even though did everything in his power to please her.
Nicholas snorted, “What if her body was weak due to constant use of magic?” He folded a hand under his elbow and stroked his chin. “My mother mentioned that constant use of magic over long periods—especially years, could weaken the user.”
Logan was silent,
