"That's pathetic, Yelena," Dax complained.
"An all powerful Soulfinder who isn't all powerful. Where's the fun in that?" He threw up his long thin arms in mock frustration.
"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not the one who attached the 'all powerful' to the title." I pulled a black strand of hair from my eyes. Dax and I had been working on expanding my magical abilities without success. As we practiced on the ground f loor of Irys's Keep tower—well, mine too, since she has given me three f loors to use—I tried not to let my own aggravation interfere with the lessons.
Dax was attempting to teach me how to move objects with magic. He had rearranged the furniture, lined up the plush armchairs in neat rows and turned the couch over on its side with his power. My efforts to restore Irys's cozy layout and to stop an end table from chasing me failed. Though not from lack of trying—my shirt clung to my sweaty skin.
A sudden chill shook me. Despite a small fire in the he ...
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