SAGE
The candle flickered beside me, its flame swaying like it, too, was trying to resist sleep.
On another night, I would have pinched it off, would have let go of the magic that had conjured it into existence, and sleep off too.
But tonight was different. I was restless. I felt inadequate. Somehow, I felt unprepared for the task ahead, a task which was about to be upended by Darius and his group of ancients.
If they came—and I was sensing that they would—I wanted to be ready. Although, how I would fight off a group of ancients, when one was enough to drain me of my magic, was beyond me.
It was why I let the candle burn. Let its herby smoke slither into my nostrils; something that was supposed to calm me down.
Supposed to..: because I couldn't stay calm.
I exhaled loudly, looked at the ceiling, thenI dragged my gaze back to the spellbook, jaw clenched, breath softening as I forced myself—again—to focus.
