Good show.” Evans sat up, rubbing the back of his head where it had collided with the bookcase. “What did you see, Shiloh? Did you see the source of Ravenhurst’s power? Its aura?” He dusted off his pants. After the power of my magick had flung Evans across the room, he’d been thrilled with my skills instead of ticked off. Whew! “Yeah…and it’s an ugly, twisted muddy thing. It needs a makeover—and fast!” He looked down his nose at me with raised brows. “Since you’ve started using magick, I see you’ve gained a sense of whimsy.” We laughed as his cell rang. Maxwell again. “I need to get this. Perhaps it might be safer if you found a place outside Ravenhurst to practice magic. Somewhere clear of the evil miasma that makes up Ravenhurst’s essence.” “Sure. I’ll see ya tomorrow.” Evans flipped open his phone. I waved goodbye and headed to my jeep. My hands were still shaking with magick, and it took me four tries to get the engine started. The Jeep roared to life, and a breath pushed itself past my lips.
