“Earth, wind, fire, water—elements, hear this call from your daughters. While the moon above does ride, within the magic circle rise.”

With her head thrown back and her arms raised, Mia waited. And the wind lifted, all but sang, the candle flames speared, ruler-straight despite the swirl of humming air. Under her feet, the earth trembled lightly, and in her cauldron, fragrant liquid began to bubble.

As Mia lowered her arms again, each subsided.

Nell had yet to get her breath back. Over the past months, she’d seen and done and been told the fantastic. But until tonight she hadn’t been treated to such a vivid display.

“Power awaits,” Mia told her, and held out a hand.

When Nell clasped it, she found Mia’s skin warm, nearly hot.

“It waits in you. Your link is air, and calling to it comes most easily to you. But there are four. Tonight, you’ll make fire.”

“The balefire, yes. But we didn’t bring wood.”

With a little chuckle, Mia stepped back. “We won’t need it. Center yourself. Clear your mind. This fire does not burn. This fire does no harm. It lights the dark and glows from charm. When you make its golden tower, you will know your strength and power. And once begun, bring harm to none.”

“It’s too soon for her,” Ripley said from outside the circle.

“Quiet. You’re not to interfere. Look at me, Nell. You can trust me, and yourself. Watch. And see.”

“Hold on to your hats,” Ripley muttered, and stepped a bit further back, just in case.

Mia opened her hands, empty hands. Spread her fingers. Turning them over, she held her arms out as if reaching.

There was a spark, electric blue. Then another, then a dozen, then too many to count. They sizzled, like fire on water, turned the air within the circle to deep sapphire.

And there, where the bare ground had been, rose a bright and gilded pillar of flame.

Nell’s legs simply folded until her butt hit the ground with a solid thump. Nothing that was going through her mind, had she been able to capture any of the scattered pieces of her thoughts, could have made its way out of her mouth.

“Told you.” Ripley sighed, shook her head.

“Quiet!” Mia spun away from the fire, held out a hand to help Nell to her feet. “You’ve seen me do magic before, little sister. You’ve done magic yourself.”

“Not like that.”

“It’s a basic skill.”

“Basic? Mia, really. You made fire. Out of nothing.”

“What she means is it’s along the lines of losing your virginity. It’s kind of a jolt,” Ripley said helpfully. “It might be less pleasurable than you expect the first time around, but after a while, you get better at it.”

“Close enough.” Mia agreed. “Now center yourself, Nell. You know how. Clear your mind. Visualize, gather the power. Make your fire.”