Four
Settling on the couch—our only piece of living room furniture assembled at the moment—I cleansed my magical palette again. The cushions shifted as J.T. sat beside me, taking my right hand in his left.
“So, how do we do this?”
“You try not to do anything magical. I’ve signal boosted Des before. However, the last time I went into my own memory, I had a non-magical person along for the ride.”
“Got it. Keep my sweet powers in check.”
God his puns were terrible and I love them. “You should be able to move around inside as an observer,” I added.
Concentrating, I let my own magic build up around us, wrapping tight around our joined hands and pulling the memory to the forefront of my brain. With a single exhale we slipped into the memory. I watched myself watching Yvette with Alex, and
