What Happens In Vegas...After Dark - Plot & Excerpts
She shut out all other stimulus, simply waiting for the magic to come to her. Tendrils of energy hung in the air, spicy and unique to the individual who worked the spell. The taste of it wove through her system. Nell’s own magic broke it down, analyzed it, identified the owner. It was her particular talent. Hunting. Tracking. A family trait she inherited from her mother. Not just a gift, but a calling. Who she was, as wel as what she did on behalf of her Clan. She stood and tapped a finger against her iPod. Music filled her senses, drowning out all other noise. Dio’s “Rainbow in the Dark” kept her company as she made a few notes before tucking the pad into the back pocket of her jeans. Mage magic. The metallic flavor identified it as other. Not the earthy tang of her own magic. Witch magic like hers was inherent and came from the earth beneath her feet, from the air around her and the water under and aboveground. Mages weren’t born with magic, they traded for it. Most of the time with the kind of creatures best left alone.
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