Chapter Twenty-Two
For a moment the magic remained on Trinity’s hand, pins and needles prickling her skin when it sank in. Not knowing if that was enough, she tipped more onto her palm, watching as the magic slowly sank in while she poured it over her hand. There was only a quarter of a jar left when she stopped, putting the lid back on so it didn’t get tipped over, bloodstains on the outside of the glass and lid. Placing it in the dirt, she tried to figure out what to do. She didn’t have a clue.
Leaning close, she pressed her lips against his ear. “Emery. What do I do?”
He turned his head towards her. “Trinity?”
Her lips were near his. “Tell me what to do. How do I use magic?”
“Feel it. Will it.”
She pressed a hand against his wound. “Help me.”
He placed a hand over hers. “Feel it.
