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Chapter Thirty-Two: Homecoming

When they reached the cabin a while later, it was strange to come back and find it looking exactly the same, though North had changed so much in such a short amount of time. She looked around as she stepped out of the van, fearing there would be another attack, but Orin and Eamon caught her attention.

They stood facing each other, their palms touching, and their fingertips resting lightly against each other. As she drew closer, she realized were both mouthing the same spell, though they weren’t speaking audibly. Purple magic flowed from Eamon’s fingertips, and green magic burst forth from Orin’s a moment later.

It twisted and entwined with each other, and then arched up into the sky in a straight shot before spreading outward. It was almost like being in a dome composed of sparkling purple and florescent green mingled together. With a whoosh, the visible dome disappeared, and her lovers stepped away from each other. She assumed they had warded the proper