The air between my hands fizzles and zaps, electricity zapping between both as the air warps and I cast the sphere. I swallow, feeling how hard it is to maintain and hold on to. Tobias makes it look easy, like he casts regularly. But as hard as it is, I can feel my magic thriving, wanting to see how far it could push itself.
“Do you know why Vampiric-Fae casts are so dangerous?” I murmur.
“You're not Vampiric, though,” the demon laughs.
“You're right. Because I am so much more,” I tell them, and the sphere casting changes to flames, the forest Tobias created in my head now burning in my hands.
“But that isn't what I asked?” I tell the man who mocked me.
“What are you teaching now, Aleera?” Darius taunts behind me.
“Yes, teaching you all who you're f*****g with,” I tell him. Darius sh
