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“You okay?” I ask him.
He nods slowly. “Getting there. This ancient power is interesting. Archaic in its wildness. It will take some getting used to. It is nothing like the refined Fae magick.”
“I get that,” I murmur, and he smiles.
“Yeah, I guess you do.”
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BRAM
Ivy’snew power hangs heavy in the air, like a storm gathering on the horizon. I can feel it pulsing beneath her skin, dark and ancient. Something akin to what is flickering through my blood, trying to worm its way into my soul. It calls to the wild magick of hers, a siren song that is hard to ignore. I want to rip her clothes off and rail her in every hole she has while I worship her as a goddess,mygoddess, but she is right. We need to see what the time reverse did to the rest of the world.
“So how exactly do we check for time fuckery?” Tate asks, breaking the tense silence.
Ivy’s brow furrows. “I’m not entirely sure. This is all new territory.”
“Maybe we start with the immediate area,” I suggest. “Check the Thornfield campus, see if anything seems off or out of place.”
Ivy nods. “Good idea. Hopefully, we didn’t cause too much shit.”
“Only one way to find out.”
She smiles at me. It’s a secretive smile, like she knows what I do. This isn’t just about physical attraction and craving anymore. She is my destiny. Tate no longer has the monopoly onthat, and I think Torin is fully aware of that, which is why he is in a mood. Not that his mood is unusual, but this is different.
“Oh, fuck,” he says when he pulls his buzzing phone out of his pocket and glares at the screen.
“What?” I ask, moving forward as he holds it up for us to see. I raise an eyebrow. “Oh, shit.”
“Oh, shit, indeed,” he snaps and ignores the call. “We really fucked up.”
“Okay, this might not be such a bad thing,” Ivy admits, and I snort at her attempt at diplomacy.
“Are you joking? Torin’s dead dad is back from the dead because of what we did.”
“We don’t know it was his dad calling. It could’ve been anyone with his phone.”
“Something tells me it was my dad.” His deadpan expression makes me stifle a snort of amusement.
“So that means Aspen didn’t kill him. It means your mother, Torin, is going to be out for blood. You’d better warn him.”
“Huge pass,” Torin grits out. “I wanted him dead in the first place, remember?”
I roll my eyes at Torin’s stubbornness. “Look, I get it. Your dad’s a grade-A arsehole. But if he’s back, we need to deal with it. Ignoring the problem won’t make it go away.”
“Watch me,” Torin growls, shoving his phone back in his pocket.
“Torin,” I say sharply. “This isn’t just about you and your family drama. If your dad is back, that means other people could be too. We need to figure out the extent of what we’ve done.”
He glares at me, jaw clenched. For a moment, I think he might argue further, but then he deflates slightly. “Fine. But I’m not talking to him.”
“Fair enough,” I concede. “Tate, can you do a quick magickal scan of the area? See if you can sense any major disturbances or anomalies?”
Tate nods, closing his eyes and extending his hands. I feel the wave of his magick, probing outward. After a few moments, his eyes snap open.
“There are ripples. All over. Creatures who shouldn’t be here, events that didn’t happen before.”
A chill runs down my spine. “How bad?”
