CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
My heart dropped into my stomach as I beheld that small tear. “Oh God, Ben, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”
Ben set his hand gently over the ribbon and shook his head. “You couldn’t have known that shaking his hand would have damaged the ribbon.”
I blinked my eyes at him. “Wait, how did shaking his hand hurt the ribbon?”
“Two magics of the same caliber and type came into contact with one another,” he mused as he set my hand down on my leg. “The shock you felt was their overcharging one another, and the cloth couldn’t take such a sudden infusion of magic.”
“Then Phantom really wasn’t wearing a mask?” I mused as I brushed my fingers over the ribbon.
Ben leaned back and furrowed his brow. “So it would appear. Ferox, home.”
The horse neighed and gladly g
