American? she asked, her smile full of flirt.
And without any warning.His mother’s selkie magic throbbed within him. The ocean, only a mile away, sang to him softly. Sweetly. But, pulsing within that compulsion, he could also feel the power of the tides, the might of the currents.
His parents’ magic came from the same place, the ocean, but it manifested in entirely different forms. He’d only used his mother’s magic once.Once had been plenty.For a selkie, the ability to inspire lust and passion was more of a suggestion. A lure. The weak might succumb, but the strong rarely did, unless by choice.
That was, unless the wielder was also a Demigod. Then, the selkie magic was amplified. Boosted. No longer just a lure, it became a command. A drug.He’d tried using it exactly one time, when he hadn’t understood the difference. His lover at the time had become a robot. Nothing more than a plaything, eager to do his bidding without control of herself or independent thought. She couldn’t have said no if she’d wanted to.
The very idea disgusted him. It had turned a strong woman into mush. Continuing to use the magic would’ve turned him into a monster.
He’d never done so again.I don’t think I can multitask, I muttered, following Kieran into the house like a lost lamb.
The kids sat at the table with tight eyes as we all filed in, leaving Bria and Donovan behind for obvious reasons.A couple days ago, you didn’t think you could yank a soul out of a body, let alone put it back in. Jack patted my shoulder. You work miracles under pressure. You’ll do great, don’t worry. Just don’t take off running.
Tell Henry to get all our forces mobilized, Kieran said to Zorn, the energy caged within him threatening to break free. His magic filled the room, materializing as heavy pressure. It’s finally here. Once we get that army of souls, we’ll be ready to go.What about… Donovan’s words trailed away.