Paige wasn’t exaggerating when she said the room was well-appointed. The attached bathroom is full of toiletries, including makeup samples and perfume, and the armoire is stuffed with pajamas and undergarments. Beneath the window is a collection of antique books lined on shelves. I finally attempt to try my new skill out again. I wonder what I’m capable of, what kinds of powers I might really have. I stand in front of the fireplace and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror on the mantle—my unruly, curly hair, and my light eyes, dancing with excitement. I know I’ll lose my Arizona tan up here, but I’m okay with the trade off. I hold my hands out, shut my eyes, and search for the magic. I don’t feel anything at first, but then something tugs at my chest. My eyes flutter open in anticipation and I take a few deep breaths to calm myself down. This is so effing cool. I hold my hands out again, trying to focus the power. I feel my hair fluttering a little around me. The hot, powerful sensation accelerates up into my chest again and I release it through my hands.
