I chew on my lower lip as I stare at the dent in my wall from my cell phone. Part of me still can’t believe I did that, and I wonder how much it will cost to repair.

“One more time,” Matthis says around a yawn.

We’ve gone over levitation all night, and the rising sun’s rays show through the window. Even though I told Matthis no kissing or anything physical, I can’t deny how I long for him to kiss me again. And I can’t get my magic to lift anything unless I touch him or he’s touching me. Is that how a witch and their familiars are supposed...