Chapter 45 - Fire and Teeth
Elara – pov “Again.” Melione’s voice remained calm despite the sweat dripping down my spine and the fact that I’d nearly set the herb garden on fire twenty minutes ago. Apparently learning elemental magic came with “minor incidents.” I glared at the small flame dancing above my palm. “It was controlled.” Airena snorted from where she sat cross-legged nearby. “The tomatoes disagree.” I rolled my eyes. Three days. That was how long Melione had been training me. Meditation. Control. Channeling. Apparently witches didn’t just do magic. They listened to it. Worked with it. Felt it. Unfortunately, my emotions still had the tendency to hijack the process. Especially anger and grief. Melione paced slowly around me while I sat beneath the massive oak tree behind Rosewood. “You hav
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