The metal began to heat along the edge of the door, glowing red, then fizzing— Magic was here; magic was working right now, trying to seal the door against the creature. But it wasn’t coming from her. Dorian’s eyes were scrunched in concentration, his face deathly pale. She’d been right. Dorian did have magic. This was the information Yellowlegs had wanted to sell to the highest bidder, sell to the king himself. It was knowledge that could change everything. It could change the world. Dorian had magic.
