Siana blushed, the want for him to kiss her rushing through her head with tidal force. “I’m a mess, Naerin, sometimes that’s all I can see from where I’m standing.”

“Where does the magic light in you?” Naerin asked quietly, letting her go. “Mess is part of being human, Siana, give yourself some grace please.”

“I-“ she looked down at the magic and concentrated. The pull in her chest became a glow and the magic began to wind faster and faster. It ...