Tiny bumps erupted all over my skin as my gaze fell to the wooden box. A gift? “Have you opened it?” Kieran shook his head. “The Royal Guard said only your blood could open it.” I frowned as Reaver stretched his long neck, eyeing what Kieran held. “He had to be talking about old magic—Primal magic.” Perry’s handsome features were drawn tight by tension. “If one knew how to use Primal magic, they could create wards or spells that would work in a way that only responded to certain blood or bloodlines. They could use the magic for almost anything, really.” “It’s the same kind of Primal magic that
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