I inhaled deeply. I didn’t know how to explain to Owen that since my magic helped me the other night, I seemed to have some sort of weird agreement with it. It had wanted to protect me just as much as it did Krew. Up until that moment, it had felt like Krew’s magic that was just living in my body. But when it had been fighting to the surface, wanting me to use it to protect myself from everyone else, Krew included, I realized that it was alsomine. “Okay.”
Owen stood there a second just looking at me.
“What?”
He shrugged. “I expected more of a fight is all.”
“Well, I get to heal two trees, right?”
He nodded. “Yes. Depending on how quickly we finish, maybe even before we go feed the wolves.”
I gestured with a hand. “Well, shall we?” I gave a shrug. “Seems like it will be fun for me but not you, since your magic will not work on me.”
Magic flew out of Owen’s hand and wrapped around a stick, that he sent rolling around the ground in the direction of my feet.
For a moment I almost didn’t move. Magic couldn’t work on me. But then I remembered the caveat to that. Like when Owen had first warmed a blanket for me, magic could still work on my surroundings, just not my person.
With a shove of my hand, I blew the stick away only to find more. Numerous smaller sticks and one very large log were rolling my way. Depending on if Owen sent them all at the same speed or not, it was going to be difficult to avoid them all.
“Great,” I muttered. I noticed the hum and burn of magic in my veins and for once it felt welcome and not a burden. With one pulse of magic out of my hand, I froze all of them.
I smiled triumphantly only to find sticks and pebbles flying my direction. So many they were about to be raining on me.
When I woke up today, I hadn’t really considered a morning stoning to be on my schedule.
Before Owen dropped them on me, I reacted, my silver magic rushing in and replacing all Owen’s green. I froze them all in the air.
While I understood what Owen was doing, preparing me for the one way other Enchanted could use their magic against me, I was still annoyed with him for it all the same. In one push, I sent the sticks and rocks all back toward him. Except I imagined there to be a hundred little domes of magic around them, protecting them against his magic while I sent them all hurtling his way.
Having not expected me to do that, with a curse, Owen was soon jumping and moving, doing his best to not get waylaid by my literal onslaught of sticks and stones.
As one decent sized pebble struck him in the shoulder when he jumped over a log, I couldn’t help but snicker.
On and on we went. Owen finding random objects in the forest to throw at me. At one point he was moving so quickly that I didn’t have time to send everything back to him or put the domes on them to keep them under my control.
By the time we stopped, my skin was buzzing and I was feeling the adrenaline high of having used magic.
Owen seemed more out of breath than I was. It might make me twisted with the amount of joy that brought me.
“Are we done?” I asked.
“Yes, Your Highne—”
Unable to resist, I sent magic to blow him backward, and then suspended him in the air. Upside down by a rope made of my silver magic.
Having been tired from using so much magic and being completely unsuspecting, Owen was now suspended in the air, his head level with mine as he dangled in front of me. “What was that you were saying about my hiney?”
Seeing him try to glare at me upside down was just too much to resist. A laugh erupted out of my throat, followed by an entire fit of giggles.
Owen may kick my butt on the daily in swordplay, but thanks to Krew I was strong enough with magic to mess with him a little. And it was thebest. Possibly the best damn thing that had happened to me since becoming bonded to Krew.
“You don’t think I can get myself down?” Owen challenged.
I shook my head. “I do, but don’t. You’ll break your neck—”
Owen’s green magic sliced through my silver magic holding him upside down, and he began to fall.
I immediately released my own magic to catch him, envisioning a hundred pillows for him to land on. Owen fell into my magic, and then bounced up to his feet. He could have possibly done the same with his own magic, made it somehow catch him, but he hadn’t. Only my silver magic broke his fall.