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She let out a small laugh. “No. That I’m untrained.”
He slapped his hands on the bed. “Train herwas code to exploit you. He’ll want to know more and more until youexhaust your magic. How can you not see that? I won’t allow it.”
Thessa sat beside him. “He saidyou,you’re to train me. Not him. Not Brenneth. You.”
Soren breathed, clenching his sheets. “You’re right.”
“Have you ever exhausted your magic before?” she asked.
“Once, during the war.”
“How long did it take you to recover?”
“It was three days of sickness, and not something I can ever forget, but unless you deliberately do it, it’s preventable. How’d you learn how to control your magic so well?”
“I suppose I owe it to the healer at CSA, he taught me how to breathe when I forgot a few years ago.”
Soren’s face warped with confusion.
“I know you don’t usuallyforgetto breathe, but when the air is ripped from your lungs you’d be surprised.”
He nodded, listening.
“Well, I learned to use my breath to steady my thoughts, which in turn steadies my heart. So I applied the same method with my magic.”
“It works well.”
She toyed with the necklace she wore, realizing it’d been a while since she needed it. “The goddess said something about how the energy may overcome me at times. I’m not sure what she meant, but I feel the magic inside me, it's endless.”
“You may be powerful, but all powers give way … eventually.”
Thessa exhaled. “I just hope it’s enough.”
He tapped his forehead against hers. “It will be.”
“You can’t promise me that,” she whispered.
“I know.”
Thessa sighed and stood. “We should get to it.”
Across the room, beside the now flameless candle, sat hergrimoire. Well, the rebellion’s grimoire, she supposed. She paced over and sat down.
“I have a better idea,” Soren crooned from the bedroll.
“No, absolutely not.” She glanced over her shoulder to witness the pitiful look on his beautiful face. “Come sit. And bring your tinderbox.” Thessa patted the rug beside her after crossing her legs.
Opening the book, her fingers tabbed worn parchment until arriving onIllusion Spells.
Soren lit the candle, illuminating the text.
They’d been going page by page over the week. Three-quarters of the way in, these were the first set of spells worth saving.
Thessa asked, “These are impossible, was she able to get them to work?”
“Of course, she was a master of spellcrafting. Well, forbidden spells.”
“She must’ve loved you, a Multiplicity Spell interwoven with your magic is …”