“Yourmagic,” I corrected.
Owen’s forehead creased as they both ignored me. “How do you feel? Do you have enough magic to carry her down there?”
Krew’s eyes were on Owen’s as he said. “I feel weakened, as if I had burnout last night, or gave a few drops of it away, but not like it’s all gone. Were it not for the tub and waking up to Jorah glowing with magic, I’d think it didn’t work at all. Or that I did give her only a drop.”
“Wait,” I interrupted, everything about this conversation finally sliding into place. “Do you mean to tell me we are going over the balcony?”
“I—” Krew began before his eyes landed on mine. “Yes.”
“No. Absolutely not. I will not begin my first day with magic in such a reckless manner.”
Krew smirked. “Honorable as that may be, and as much as I would like to keep arguing with you both, neither of you seem to be understanding that time is of the essence.”
“Fine. But I’ll take her just in case,” Owen offered.
Krew dipped his chin. “That’s probably best.”
“And I’ll do my best to catch you if you fall, Your Princeness.” Owen gave the barest of shrugs.
He was joking right? I wasn’t entirely sure, and this was not the time for such jokes.
They headed toward the balcony doors, and I vaguely noticed it had snowed sometime between the ceremony last night and this morning.
“Jorah, love,” Krew said gently. “Please.”
Seeing how concerned he looked killed my argument on my tongue. I looked to my palm and saw traces of magic and that faint buzzing starting back up.
As Owen lifted me into his arms I said to both of them, “We will not be making a habit out of this.”
“Yes, Your Highness,” Owen agreed.
And then he jumped.
CHAPTER2
It took Owen and I longer to get to the ground. While Krew used his magic to form, as he’d explained before, something like a slide, Owen’s green magic created what looked like stairs down. After the first lunge down, I determined it was just better to close my eyes and hold on to Owen rather than watch our descent.
As soon as Owen gently placed my boots on the ground, I felt better. I looked straight up at the balcony and fought off a shiver. “Never again.”
Krew had my hand, pulling me toward the forest.
Owen formed a moving sound barrier around us as we headed farther in.
“So she broke the tub. With her magic?”
I swallowed hard, still not sure what to do with what had happened. It hadn’t been a piece of paper I’d merely torn. It’d been a porcelain bathtub. “I really loved that tub.”
“I’ll get you another one. Within the next few days. I just don’t want my father finding out,” Krew offered.
Owen let out a curse and groaned. “That means I have to help you move the pieces, doesn’t it?”
“Possibly,” Krew said noncommittally. “We could also stage that I was upset and broke it. If we had a good enough reason for me to have been that angry. We can also lift it with our magic and not our muscles, you know. Either way, we can conspire what to do about the tub later. Right now, we have more pressing matters.”
I sighed and looked at my palm to see the veins faintly glowing. I felt a dull buzz, but not to the throbbing extent I’d felt earlier—back when it had felt so strong, I felt it matched with every beat of my heart. “You mean like the matter of your magic being trapped in a vessel that is wholly unprepared to deal with it?”
Owen snorted. “Yes. That.”
Krew didn’t stop walking but pinned me with a stare. “Stop calling it that. It is notmymagic any longer, Jorah. What is done is done. It’s yours now.”
