“I’ll take it under advisement.” He was smiling now, clearly amused by my comment. “For now, though, I think the warlock thing is working okay for me.” A pause, and then he said, “How are you with fire?”
“Well, I’m not a pyro or anything,” I replied, my tone cautious.
“I meant, could you always call the fire, even though you didn’t have any other magic?”
“Yes.” That, and unlocking doors, had been about all I could do. But at least I’d been able to touch my finger to the wick of a candle and make it light, or get a fire going in a hearth without having to use a lighter or kindling.
“Good. Then that much magic has always been a part of you.” He looked around at our surroundings, at the frost-yellowed grass beneath our feet. “Let’s move over to the driveway. It’s probably safer.”
At firs
