Broken Wand Academy: Episode 4: A Misuse of Time (Veiled World) by Marisa Claire & David R. Bernstein & Jenetta Penner

Author:Marisa Claire & David R. Bernstein & Jenetta Penner [Claire, Marisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Torment Publishing
Published: 2020-03-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Professor Yates rose off the ground and back onto his stump, which was definitely not so tall that he couldn’t have just stepped up like a normal person. But it was evident now that this was a man who relished a dramatic performance.

Well then, so be it. I had already severed one arm, murdered one man, and turned one girl into a wolf. Who could even say what I had done to my own father? If Yates wanted drama, I was the witch who delivered.

I flexed my fingers, willing them to remember whatever movements had called forth the so-called moon magic my blood contained. My heart ached for my wand, not just for the focus it would lend to my spastic power, but also for the support it signified. All of this would be easier if I knew my mom and grandma still had my back.

A tiny worm of doubt wiggled its way into my resolve. My grandmother had gifted me the wand after I’d saved Rhea’s life, but perhaps she was operating on outdated information. Being dead didn’t make her psychic, did it? How was she to know what had transpired in the moments before my mother threw herself off that cliff?

But if Mom is part of the magic now…

I emitted a frustrated growl. Being a witch was way too complicated, and this Academy didn’t teach anything in the right order. The source of our magic should have been the first lesson, its sentience the second. They shouldn’t just assume our families had taught us all of that themselves. Sometimes families failed. Sometimes families lied.

A bright red blast from Yates’ wand jolted me from my thoughts. It slammed into Castle, enveloping her jacket in a spiderweb of magic. An instant later, the jacket landed with a thump, limp and empty in the leaves.

Castle remained where she lay, hands still bound, looking startled and a lot more vulnerable in just her poet shirt and breeches. With her jacket off, I could see that the brass-studded holster at her hip was empty of its wand. What had they done with it? Would she be able to get it back? Would she even be worried about it after what I was about to do?

“A spell to magically remove someone’s clothes?” Castle sneered up at Yates. “Why am I not surprised?”

Yates ignored her. He pointed at the jacket on the ground and then at me. “Put it on.”

“What?” I taunted. “You can zap it right off but not on?”

Yates’ irritated sigh whistled through his hollow beak. “The wards in your cloak prevent such things. Otherwise someone might zap you into a straitjacket in battle, and then where would you be? Now, put it on.”

The man at my back released my elbows, and I stumbled forward. Apparently I’d been straining to get away more than I’d realized. Righting myself, I stepped up to the crumpled jacket that I had been coveting all during Divination class. Had that been a premonition of my own?

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