CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“I don’t think I thought through this plan.”
I sat cross-legged on the foot of the bed with my hands outstretched in front of me and cupped together. My silver threads intertwined to create one bar of chocolate after another. I deposited the treats in a small cooking pot at my side.
Arian leaned over the pot and inspected the multitude of chocolate bars. “But you have done a fantastic amount in such a short time. It has hardly been two hours, and the pot is already half filled.”
I finished another bar and laid it on the pile. The muscles in my arms twitched when I raised them again. “Yeah, but I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up.” I focused my thoughts on my palms, and my magic unwillingly drew forth. “I’ve never done more than a dozen or so at one
