(MIRA)
Forrest took one look at us and growled disapprovingly, but he didn't say anything before we climbed into his truck.
There was no time for a shower, obviously, and also no time for arguing. I wanted to go alone, but Shiloh wouldn't let me.
Irene wasn't surprised when the guard let us in. "Your second can wait outside," she said stiffly, avoiding Forrest's gaze.
Wasn't that interesting?
The cottage that looked so cute in the afternoon sun was just a little bit creepier at night.
All the lights were turned off, and there were candles lit on every surface and in every corner. I wanted to point out that it was a fire hazard, but then I noticed that the flames were dancing. Not even a little bit.
"Is that your magic doing that? Has it returned?"
"No," she said mournfully. "It has not, but this isn't my magic. It's the natural elements respecting my wishes. Magic is all around us. It affects us even if we can't wield it. Well, it affects most of us."
