CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
We floated out of the shadowy confines of the bridge and I breathed in the sweet, less stifling air of the open city. We received a few looks from some walks along the shoreline, but I noticed the two trees that were the Key and his Clasp still stood in place. I wondered how far the strange man would have to travel to free them.
That brought up a whole mess of other questions. “What exactly happened back there?” I asked my companion. “I mean with that magic we did.”
Tegan stared ahead with a tense expression on his face as he pursed his lips. “Conmagicae. It’s the act of borrowing magic from another person to create an even greater magic.”
“You mean like what you did to me when we first met?” I guessed.
He shook his head. “That was a far more extreme form.”
