AYSEL

He stepped forward and took my hands in his. I looked down at them to see sparks of fire that made me snatch them back.

Magic was something I struggled with. There were no mentors, no guides, nothing. I had to work my way through it. I'd spent the last few days getting used to the feeling of something more than blood coursing through my veins and noting triggers that made me lose control of that feeling.

"Are you trying to burn yourself?" I exclaimed. My magic wouldn't hurt me but it could hurt him.

"I'm not trying to hurt myself. I'm trying to get to you." He took...