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I grab Tyler’s arm to pull him back as we walk toward the training area. “Don’t tell anyone we can lift things with our magic. Don’t even do it. If Grandpa Peter knows, he’ll make us train our magic, too.”
“You probably need to,” he smirks. Asshole.
“I figured it out,” I tell him, punching his arm. He doesn’t even flinch.
“It’s about time. Gonna be less grumpy now?”
I’m not grumpy. I’m just precise. I like things my way. Maybe I’m a little grumpy sometimes, but we can’t all be happy and carefree all the time.
When we reach the training circle, Grandpa Peter is already there with Papa David. Nothing good ever happens when there are two of them.
“Let’s get started,” Uncle Calvin says, walking up behind us.
Katya and Atti both groan. I like working out with Ca
