He’d cut their palms to utilize the blood magic of the twin flame Mark, to share his own power with her. He didn’t know if it would work with her not having the Mark, but he had to give her every advantage he could. He’d needed her to dredge up that magic that slumbered so deep within. The magic that they had kept slumbering with her nightly tonic. Her magic had reacted exactly as he had hoped, manifesting as self-preservation, and Traveled her to the sea, to the sun. Traveling— a gift few Fae were blessed with, but one he suspected she possessed when Lord Tyndell had all but confirmed who her
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