Page 30 of Alice and Her Shifters (Dirty Paranormal Fairytale Haremlan 2)

Milo laughed. “This is going to be fun!”

Allison shot a ball of fire at Milo. He didn’t even flinch as the spark landed at his feet, snuffing out into nothing before it even hit the ground. She looked at her hands, eyebrows scrunched together. “I don’t understand.”

“Again,” Milo commanded.

She met his gaze briefly before throwing another ball which spiraled out to his right before it hit a large rock at the base of a tree right behind him, leaving only a small, black mark on the stone. Milo followed the track of the ball with his eyes and chuckled.

“You’re getting closer,” he said.

She glared at him. “Why isn’t this working now!”

He shrugged. “This is magic. Not exactly an exact science.”

Yes, it is, I thought.

“Yes, it is,” Calvin said, echoing my thoughts.

Milo glared at him.

Calvin shrugged. “What? It’s true.”

“Yes, but she’s new,” Milo said. “And it isn’t for her.”

I laughed.

Calvin rolled his eyes.

“Again,” Milo said.

Allison shook her head. “First, an answer. What are you three?”

“Is it that difficult to tell what men are?” Milo asked.

“That’s hardly what I was referring to,” Allison said.

“Do you mean why we all change into animals?” Calvin asked, seeing a little more insight into the direction Allison was heading. I suspected Milo was simply playing dumb. He was exceptional at that game.

She smiled and pointed at him. “Yes!”

Milo shook his head. “They don’t have shifters where you come from?”

She shrugged. “If we do, I haven’t seen them before.”

“Interesting,” Milo mused. “Again.”

“But that wasn’t an answer,” Allison argued.

He shrugged. “It’s answer enough.”

She growled. “That is not fair. You barely answered my question. I want to know more.”

“Camelia won’t be fair either if she manages to get her hands on you. Now, try again,” Milo said with strained patience.

I continued to watch Allison train until after the sun rose.

Calvin had excused himself a few hours before the sky started to lighten. He had mentioned something about getting sleep and shuffled off. Milo didn’t seem to take notice. From what I could observe, neither did Allison. She became focused on her training and hitting Milo with a ball of fire.

I continued to study her and took in the way she moved when she cast, the expression on her face, the beads of sweat collecting on her forehead, and soaked her hair. I focused on every tiny detail, pondering what was missing.

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