Chapter Seven
The energy was sucked out of Etta until she couldn’t even stand. She fell forward, her hands digging into the sand in front of her. After practicing her new magic for weeks, Etta was now testing its every edge, every limit she had, pushing her boundaries as much as she could. Each day stretched her stamina but by the time the sun disappeared from view, she could barely move.
“Etta.” Edmund knelt at her side.
She didn’t know why he insisted on being there for her every time the power built. They’d all lost count of how many times he’d been rendered unconscious or flung into the icy waves. It would be funny if each time didn’t prove just how little control she still had.
She’d had magic her entire life. Her earliest memories were of making things grow and come to life. Crea
