Something kept pulling me toward Jameson. I didn’t understand our connection. Lying on the beach next to him, I could feel his magic pulsing.
“Tell me why you are so familiar to me,” I requested hesitantly. “The night Snowystra filled me with her Winter magic, warning me of the risks for defying her, you whispered into my ear to play dead. This wasn’t the first time I heard your voice. I trusted it because I recognized it. How long have you been watching me?”
“Off and on since you were a child. It wasn’t until you were sixteen that she insisted I watch you constantly. She was convinced you had magic, and Camille lied about it.”
“How do you talk to me that way?” I wondered. “How does no one else hear it?”
“My mother was Ateissa.”
“What does that mean?” I asked, sitting up and resting m
