Page 60 of Enchanted
“You tell me I’m going to make fire out of nothing, and then ask me to be steady.” But she closed her eyes. The sooner she could prove to him he was mistaken, the sooner it would be over.
“A game,” she said on the first long breath. “All right, just a game, and when you see I’m no good at it, we’ll go home and finish breakfast.”
Remember what you weren’t told, but knew.Liam’s voice was a quiet murmur inside her mind.Feel what you always felt but never understood. Listen to your heart. Trust your blood.
“Open your eyes, Rowan.”
She wondered if this was like being hypnotized. To be so fully, almost painfully aware, yet to be somehow outside yourself. She opened her eyes, looked into his as sunlight streamed between them. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Don’t you?” There was the faintest lilt of amusement in his voice now. “Open yourself, Rowan. Believe in yourself. Accept the gift that’s been waiting for you.”
A game, she thought again. Just a game. In it she was a hereditary witch, with power sleeping just under the surface. Waking it was only a matter of believing, of wanting, of accepting.
She stretched out her hands, stared at them as if they belonged to someone else who watched them tremble lightly. They were narrow hands, with long slender fingers. Ringless, strangely elegant. They cast twin shadows on the ground.
She heard her own heartbeat, just as he’d told her. And she heard the slow, deep sound of her own breathing, as if she were awake listening to herself sleep.
Fire, she thought. For light, for heat. For comfort. She could see it in her mind, pale gold flames just touched with deep red at the edges. Glowing low and simmering, rising up like torches to the sky. Smokeless and beautiful.
Fire, she thought again, for heat, for light. Fire that burns both day and night.
Dizzy, she swayed a little. Liam had to fight every instinct to keep from reaching out to her.
Then her head fell back and her eyes went violently blue. The air hushed. Waited. He watched as she lost a kind of innocence.
Power whipped through her like the wind that suddenly rose to send her hair flying. The sudden heat of it made her gasp, made her shudder. Then it streaked like a rocket down her arms, seemed to shoot from her fingers into a pool of light.
She saw with dazzled eyes the fire she’d made.
It sizzled on the ground, tiny dancing flames of gold edged with red. The heat of it warmed her knees, then her hands as she hesitantly stretched them over it. As she drew them back, the flames shot high.
“Oh. Oh, no!”
“Ease back, Rowan. You need a bit of control yet.”
He brought the thin column of fire down as she stared and stuttered.
“How did I— How could I—” She snapped her gaze to his. “You.”
“You know it wasn’t me. It’s your heritage, Rowan, and your choice whether you accept it or not.”
“It came from me.” She closed her eyes, inhaling, exhaling slowly until she could do so without her breath shuddering out. “It came from me,” she repeated, and looked at him. She couldn’t deny it now, what some part of her knew. Perhaps had always known.
“I felt it. I saw it. There were words in my head, like a chant. I don’t know what to think, or what to do.”
“What do you feel?”
“Amazed.” She let out a dazed laugh and stared at her own hands. “Thrilled. Terrified and delighted and wonderful. There’s magic in me.” It shimmered in her eyes, glowed on her face. This time her laugh was full and free as she sprang up to turn circles inside the ring of stones.
Grinning widely, Liam sat with his legs crossed and watched her embrace self-discovery. It made her beautiful, he realized. This sense of sheer joy gave her a rich and textured beauty.
“All my life I’ve been average. Pathetically ordinary, tediously normal.” She spun another circle, then collapsed on the ground beside him to throw her arms around his neck. “Now there’s magic in me.”
“There always was.”
She felt like a child with hundreds and hundreds of brightly wrapped presents waiting to be opened and explored. “You can teach me more.”
“Aye.” Understanding something of what was racing through her, he flicked a finger down her cheek. “I can. I will. But not just now. We’ve been here more than an hour, and I want my breakfast.”
