CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Will studied me for a long time before he spoke. “You’re sure of this?”
I snorted. “The mummies can vouch for me. They caught fire.”
Will folded his arms over his chest and stared ahead as he furrowed his brow. “Interesting. . .”
My heart skipped a beat. “Interesting is good, right?”
He cupped his chin in one hand. “Perhaps. Can you show me this sword?”
I blinked at him before I dropped my gaze to my hand. “I. . .I’m not sure, but I can try.”
I focused all my attention on my palm, but nothing happened. Not a spark or even a flicker of a flame. After a half minute of concentration, I let out a breath and my shoulders slumped.
Will set a hand on my drooping shoulder. “There’s no need to be disappointed. New magic doesn’t always come easily.”
I flexed
