Chapter 25Wimahl owned a silver Porsche. For the drive to Tigard, I sat in the passenger seat, oblivious to the view out the windows. Every fiber of my being ran through every single thing I’d done with magic in the past few months, analyzing and dissecting each.
Force-growing plants? Change and collect. Blocking power blasts? Disperse. Recharging after exhausting myself? Steal. Shattering Drew’s aura and awakening his witch powers? Disperse and change.
I knew how to do all four of the actions. Which meant I could do anything. Wait, no. How could I fix a broken body? Did it work like force-growing a plant? Did that make sense? “How did you and Drew heal me?”
Gabe shrugged. “Water is inherently soothing and life-giving. I encased you in a glob of water from the faucet, and Drew triggered
