Book 18: Mystic's Out of the Bag
Skye
“Run!”
I open my eyes to my office, to glittering starlight shimmering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. My hand is resting around… a rock. The kyanite, right. I curl my fingers around it and lift it out, but my hand trembles like the small stone weighs a ton.
I’m still trapped between the realms–the real world and the land of visions driven by the same stars I’ve been studying for years.
I feel weak, like I’ve expended most of my magic. It happens so quickly for me.
I close my eyes and take several deep breaths to ground myself but bite back a gasp when someone moves, their shadow stretching across the floor.
Alex.
His eyes are narrowed to slits. He scans my face, posturing defensively, his shoulders squared an
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