Outside, the vice-like grip on my skull weakens, taking most of the dizziness with it. Thorne’s observant eyes continue to bore into me. “Feeling better?” I nod. “Weird, right? Maybe damp air and the smell of dragon bodies just doesn’t agree with me.” “Has that triggered a headache or one of your dizzy spells before? Damp air and certain scents, I mean.” “Not sure. There often doesn’t seem to be much rhyme or reason to them.” Not exactly true. Since starting at Flighthaven, I’ve noticed a link between my weak spells and my attempts to either access or suppress my magic. Not like I can share
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