Chapters (42)
- Cover
- Also by Allie Therin
- Content Warning
- Dedication
- Author Note
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Excerpt from Best Laid Plaids by Ella Stainton
- LGBTQ BPA
- About the Magic in Manhattan series
- Writing for Carina
“Oh! Yes, yes, of course,” Jade said. “After all, Rory uses an alias—probably best he doesn’t meet the police anywhere. And Arthur, you’ll definitely have to come with us, because we need you to drive back to Paris.”
“You’re both completely transparent,” Arthur muttered, but it would be better if the police didn’t get too interested in Rory.
Rory was right behind him as they made their way across the driveway to the Delage Arthur had stolen. As Arthur reached for the driver’s door, there was a soft throat clearing behind them.
Arthur looked over to see Gwen standing alone. She was staring very hard at him, as she had in London.
“Gwen?” he quietly prompted.
She met his eyes, and she didn’t look despairing. She looked wonderstruck. “Rory’s magic sparks so brightly when it’s active, like lightning in a bottle. It makes it difficult to be sure what I’m seeing, and I wanted to be sure about this before I said anything.”
Arthur furrowed his brow. “Said anything about what?”
“About what’s happened between your aura and Rory’s magic.”
Oh no. Arthur’s chest clenched as Rory’s eyes widened. “Gwen, what do you see?” Rory said urgently.
“The link between you is gone.”
Arthur’s heart plummeted. No more of Rory’s magic—
“No,” Rory said, sounding devastated, just as Arthur blurted, “That can’t be—”
“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t finish,” Gwen said quickly. “The link between you is gone. But Rory’s magic is still there, because in place of the link, some of it has bonded permanently to your aura.”
Arthur stilled.
Gwen smiled. “I’ve never seen it before. His magic has entwined with your aura, and filled in all the tears like mortar strengthening a fortress wall. It’s permanent, it’s a part of you now. You’re not going to be able to do magic—but you’re going to live.” She looked at Rory. “And a little bit of Arthur’s aura is in your magic.”
Arthur’s eyes widened. “What, really?”
“It’s grounding the lightning,” she said. “You’ll probably have more luck controlling your ring and psychometry now, because Arthur’s aura will keep your magic from overwhelming you.”
Rory touched his chest. “I can’t feel where he is anymore,” he said, sounding distressed.
“No,” she said quietly. “Because you’re not linked. You’ve both given a part of yourself to strengthen the other, and even if you walk away, your gifts can’t be undone.”
Arthur glanced at Rory, and saw his own surprise mirrored in his face.
“Take care of each other,” said Gwen, and went back to the waiting Ellis.