“Connor,” Jacob said, softly shaking Connor’s shoulder. “Wake up.”
“Don’t touch him!” Claire shouted, bolting upright, her eyes wide.
“It’s us, Claire,” Emilia said, brushing away the blond hair that stuck to Claire’s sleep-creased face.
“Oh.” Claire blinked as she looked from Jacob to Emilia. “Sorry. Bad dream.”
“Connor.” Jacob shook Connor harder.
“Wake up.” Claire flicked Connor’s ear.
“What? What do you want?” Connor said, rubbing his ear.
“We have our magic back,” Jacob said. He could feel Emilia’s fear and anger, but he smiled. Connor and Claire didn’t need to know why or how. Not now.
“Pelluere.” Jacob touched the tip of his wand to Connor’s leg. The magic flowed from him. His fingers tingled, and his breath caught in his chest.
Connor gasped and dug his fingers into the di
