Chapter Twelve
I press my hand against one of the balls. Magic pounds through me, going into it. I don't completely understand how this works, but it doesn't stop the part of me that's fascinated with ancient magic from being thrilled. Not many people get to experiment with this kind of thing. Mostly because technically it's illegal to create unregistered power stores.
I'm choosing to ignore that. It doesn't carry the same harsh penalty black magic does. And if anyone asks, I'll turn on the waterworks and say I only had them made because I love how they look, imbibing them with magic was accidental. It probably won't work if they realise that three of the five balls sat on my desk include magic from Ryan and Thomas, but my hope is no one looks at them too closely.
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