The Lost Magic by Katie Cross

Author:Katie Cross [Cross, Katie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: KC Writing

My heart seized.

You have ushered god magic back into Alkarra.

What was he talking about?

Hiddleston stood with his hands planted on the desk again. He loomed close to me, his voice terrible and dark. Baxter felt like an overwrought harp string behind me, ready to snap at any moment.

“Through that amulet you touched, god magic is now present again in Alkarra,” Hiddleston continued, “and could destroy every witch that’s here if the amulet you touched falls into the wrong hands. History is clear on that one point.”

“But the amulet is broken.”

“Is it?” Hiddleston asked, but he looked to Baxter.

Baxter just frowned.

My heart beat so hard that I felt sick to my stomach. I lowered into the chair behind me, my thoughts as shaky as my limbs. Hiddleston tipped his head toward Baxter, but he kept his gaze on me.

“Until you brought him with you today,” he clarified, “I wasn’t sure how you’d found the amulet. But now I realize that maybe I just needed to meet him to find the answer to my question.”

What he said didn’t make sense, and I didn’t have the brainpower to work it out anyway. My mind kept tripping over the same words over and over again.

God magic.

God magic.

God magic.

Impossible.

“You can’t be serious,” I whispered, then whirled to look at Baxter. He crossed his arms across his chest, fingertips white from gripping his upper arms so hard. Light illuminated him in a vague halo from the fire. Baxter tore his gaze from me to look at Hiddleston, his face hard-lined now.

“You’re certain of this?” he asked.

“I’ve seen the amulet before.” Hiddleston tapped the side of his head. “Took me days of searching through the paths of the past. I almost starved to death and very nearly didn’t make it back out of the magic, but I was able to go back that far. Long, long ago, when gods and mortals still destroyed witches in Alkarra. Back in the days of Esmelda, when Letum Wood was little more than a grove. It’s an old amulet.”

“Baxter?” I murmured.

Baxter didn’t say another word. He just stared at Hiddleston, his nostrils flared and entire body thrumming with tension.

“Son of a god,” Hiddleston murmured, his grin thick with irony. “And that is not just a saying.”

“I’ve sent a message to Derek. Not another word,” Baxter muttered, “until he gets here.”

I melted against the chair, my entire body suddenly weak. A joke. That’s all this was. Some expansive prank meant to frighten me, perhaps? When my mind skittered back to god magic, my thoughts stalled. A witch like me that was born into Alkarra would be unable to comprehend what god magic meant. No one spoke of them. They were almost a non-entity. Legend, not fact. So forgotten that most witches scoffed or mocked their supposed existence.

Gods were . . . not real.

Or were they?

Just because we didn’t believe in or talk about something didn’t negate the possibility of its existence. At least, I didn’t think so. Conversely, believing in something didn’t make it real.

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