Chapter 22

I had heard once, a long time ago, that certain warlocks could teleport. I never believed that it was true because they said that I needed to be very strong to be able to do it. They said that it was almost impossible, that, since existence, only three witches had managed to do it. One of them was even part of a legend.

I remembered my grandfather, explaining to us with much love and patience all the benefits of magic. I also remembered not being overly interested, but Gabriel looked fascinated, so I endured the lesson reluctantly.

However, Heath teleported us without hesitation. He didn't even gasp. He didn't look sweaty or pale. In fact, he seemed very nonchalant. As if it were the most natural act in the world.

In a second I was in high school. Then I could only feel the darkness around me, the magic felt strange, unruly. My stomach churned, with a sensation similar to that caused by roller coasters.