“Feel the magic being drawn in through the air, the power that gathers in your hands. Feel it as your feet root to the earth.” His hand slips around my hip. I let out a gasp as his fingers spread across the flat plane of my stomach. It’s as if with every caress my magic activates, eager to respond to him, as if my power could arc from me to him. “Do you feel it? Gathering within you? A wellspring of life waiting to be unleashed?” “I…” I feel something, all right. “Shh,” he says, a little too gently. “Keep your focus, Luella.” Why does my name sound so much better when he says it in that deep
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