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shoulders to my fingertips. It pulsated like a heartbeat, urging to be released. I pointed at Rowan. The burning sensation discharged out of my hands. An explosion of wind caught him in mid-air, thrusting him backwards. He landed on his back, motionless.
“Rowan!” I shrieked. I wanted to go to him, but all of the energy had drained out of me. My muscles ached in my arms and legs. I put my hands on my hips, taking in a few slow breaths. This was what Rowan was talking about. Using my powers only for a moment left me feeling as if I had just finished an intense workout. When the weakness finally subsided, I ran to him.
I stood over him as he stared aimlessly into the sky. Was he in shock? In the bright sunlight, his eyes lightened to a pale blue. His lips were perfect—the bottom lip slightly bigger than the top. I’ll bet he is a great kisser. I dropped to my knees, brushing sand off his face and neck. A strand of sweaty wavy hair clung to his forehead. Without hesitating, I tucked it behind his ear.
Rowan swatted my hand away. “I’m fine, okay?”
As he sat up, my first thought was helping him to his feet, but he wouldn’t want my assistance. Instead, I cracked my knuckles in my lap. “I’m so sorry. I don't know what happened.”
“You tapped into your wind magic.” He stood, shaking his head. Grains of sand flew from his hair. “That’s what happened.”
I rose, wiped the sand off my legs. I couldn’t hold back my excitement. “It was awesome, right? I mean, I’ve never been able to turn on my power, and then wham! This is fantastic, what should we do now?”
I reached out for him, and he recoiled. “This seems like a good time to end the training. You did well today.”
“But, Rowan—” I whined.
“You can practice your meditation on your own. For now, let’s get back to the castle.”
Standing with my mouth gaped open, I watched as Rowan walked toward his half-buried sword. Had I embarrassed him by knocking him down? It was an accident. Was he mad at me? I couldn’t understand any of this. The whole point of this training was to unlock my power, and we did, so what was the problem? I kicked at several tan seashells with the tip of my shoe.
“Another fun-filled day in Avalon,” I said to myself.
Chapter Eight
Rowan left shortly after we returned to the castle. Apparently his bruised ego needed some tending to.
I spent the rest of the afternoon in the meadow beyond the castle walls, attempting to practice meditating. Two air court knights silently watched from beneath the stone archway. I was sure they’d been sent for safety reasons, which should have helped me relax, but I couldn’t focus with their eyes on me.
It didn’t help that Rowan’s face was the first thing popping into my mind each time I closed my eyes. The sexy curl at the corner of his mouth, the cocky way he arched his pierced eyebrow. The way his deep-set blue eyes stared into mine—breaking my concentration. With everything going on, I shouldn’t be thinking of him.
Absolutely no distractions.
Needing to get centered I took in an exaggerated breath. Another image floated into my subconscious—Liana. She was furious when she saw Rowan at the council meeting. The way her arms burst into flames was frightening. What had he done to evoke so much hate from her? It had to be more than just his decision to leave the court. But even if that was her only reason, there were still more questions. Why did those air court elementals appear to be afraid of him at the fountain this morning? I put my hands over my face, growling into my palms. I could not get him out of my head.
As I practiced all afternoon, my aura burned light orange without ever returning to the yellow it had been on the beach. Meditation was not working. It was time to try something else. Maybe Rowan was wrong. Maybe I didn’t need to be calm to ignite my wind power? What would it hurt to try? I focused on a mental image of my aura,
“Rowan!” I shrieked. I wanted to go to him, but all of the energy had drained out of me. My muscles ached in my arms and legs. I put my hands on my hips, taking in a few slow breaths. This was what Rowan was talking about. Using my powers only for a moment left me feeling as if I had just finished an intense workout. When the weakness finally subsided, I ran to him.
I stood over him as he stared aimlessly into the sky. Was he in shock? In the bright sunlight, his eyes lightened to a pale blue. His lips were perfect—the bottom lip slightly bigger than the top. I’ll bet he is a great kisser. I dropped to my knees, brushing sand off his face and neck. A strand of sweaty wavy hair clung to his forehead. Without hesitating, I tucked it behind his ear.
Rowan swatted my hand away. “I’m fine, okay?”
As he sat up, my first thought was helping him to his feet, but he wouldn’t want my assistance. Instead, I cracked my knuckles in my lap. “I’m so sorry. I don't know what happened.”
“You tapped into your wind magic.” He stood, shaking his head. Grains of sand flew from his hair. “That’s what happened.”
I rose, wiped the sand off my legs. I couldn’t hold back my excitement. “It was awesome, right? I mean, I’ve never been able to turn on my power, and then wham! This is fantastic, what should we do now?”
I reached out for him, and he recoiled. “This seems like a good time to end the training. You did well today.”
“But, Rowan—” I whined.
“You can practice your meditation on your own. For now, let’s get back to the castle.”
Standing with my mouth gaped open, I watched as Rowan walked toward his half-buried sword. Had I embarrassed him by knocking him down? It was an accident. Was he mad at me? I couldn’t understand any of this. The whole point of this training was to unlock my power, and we did, so what was the problem? I kicked at several tan seashells with the tip of my shoe.
“Another fun-filled day in Avalon,” I said to myself.
Chapter Eight
Rowan left shortly after we returned to the castle. Apparently his bruised ego needed some tending to.
I spent the rest of the afternoon in the meadow beyond the castle walls, attempting to practice meditating. Two air court knights silently watched from beneath the stone archway. I was sure they’d been sent for safety reasons, which should have helped me relax, but I couldn’t focus with their eyes on me.
It didn’t help that Rowan’s face was the first thing popping into my mind each time I closed my eyes. The sexy curl at the corner of his mouth, the cocky way he arched his pierced eyebrow. The way his deep-set blue eyes stared into mine—breaking my concentration. With everything going on, I shouldn’t be thinking of him.
Absolutely no distractions.
Needing to get centered I took in an exaggerated breath. Another image floated into my subconscious—Liana. She was furious when she saw Rowan at the council meeting. The way her arms burst into flames was frightening. What had he done to evoke so much hate from her? It had to be more than just his decision to leave the court. But even if that was her only reason, there were still more questions. Why did those air court elementals appear to be afraid of him at the fountain this morning? I put my hands over my face, growling into my palms. I could not get him out of my head.
As I practiced all afternoon, my aura burned light orange without ever returning to the yellow it had been on the beach. Meditation was not working. It was time to try something else. Maybe Rowan was wrong. Maybe I didn’t need to be calm to ignite my wind power? What would it hurt to try? I focused on a mental image of my aura,
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