Chapter Sixteen
Brea
“You almost had it that time, Brea,” Tierney said. “Try it one more time before we give the wall another go.”
“The two sides of my magic are so different, Mom, I just don’t know how to bring them together. One is all about emotions, and the other is all about intent. In my head they’re entirely separate things. I don’t know how to think of them as one.”
“Brandon, are we asking too much of her?” Tierney turned to Brea’s father.
“It’s difficult for us to know what she needs. In theory, it sounds easy, but in practice, our girl is all on her own, I’m afraid. All we can do is guide her the best we can.”
“Take a deep breath, Brea,” Alona said. “You’ve got this.”
“Emotion and intent.” Brea shook out her hands and stretched to loosen her tense muscles. “Just bring them
