Chapter 19
“The magic is already in your mind,” Tammond said. He stood right behind Maggie, his breath whispering on her neck as he gently covered her eyes. “Magic runs deep in your blood as it does in ours. Feel it pulsing through you.”
Maggie took a shuddering breath, trying to focus on Tammond’s words instead of how close he was standing.
“Feel the magic in your hands. Find its texture, its warmth.”
Maggie’s hands trembled in front of her. There was warmth—she could feel it. Like she was holding her hands on either side of a candle. But it didn’t feel like magic. There was nothing leaving her body, no energy being lost. Only a pale heat that didn’t feel like it had much to do with her at all.
“Find the fire. Nurture it, and allow it to grow. Let its warmth surround you. Let it fill
