Once Tristan managed to get her to stop walking through doorways, he taught Lily how to seal up lattice-lined boxes so no one else could open them unless she willed it. There were so many different ways even a non-magical person could use their willstone that Lily thought it was like having a microcomputer with a ton of handy apps attached to her brain. Lily had always wondered why everyone in this world would choose to bond with a willstone if it made you vulnerable to a crucible or a witch’s claiming, but now she understood. Even for the non-magical, willstones were as useful as a laptop, cell phone, keys, ID, and a strong box combined. The way this world was set up, you simply couldn’t get along without one.
But having a willstone was a vulnerability—especially for the magically inclined. Tristan stressed several times that while non-magical people couldn’t really hurt each other by touching stones, Lily was different. She had to be careful. When she touched someone’s stone, she could potentially claim that person if he or she allowed it. Even if the person didn’t permit a claiming, Lily, as a witch, could still make that person feel things, both good and bad. A witch could make a person feel just about any sensation—whether taste, sight, sound, or touch—much more intensely just by touching that person’s stone. And the stronger the witch, the stronger she could make that sensation. But intensified sensation went both ways.
“You must never, ever let anyone touch your stones. Not unless you really trust him or her,” Tristan said. Again. “And only if it’s with one of your claimed.”
Lily kicked him under the table. “I heard you the first thousand times.”
“I’m serious, Lily,” he continued, even though he was grinning as though he’d never been serious in his entire life.
“Sure you are,” Lily drawled, grinning back.
She suddenly wasn’t sure if she was flirting with Tristan or not. It just was so easy to be around him. She wasn’t walking on eggshells or constantly second-guessing every look or turn of phrase, as she did when she was with Rowan. She also wasn’t hyperaware of Tristan as she was of Rowan. It was like Rowan’s skin was always whispering to hers. Like there was another, more meaningful space inside the space between them. Everything felt bigger, brighter, and keener around him. Unfortunately, that included her insecurities as well. Lily’s smile disappeared. So did Tristan’s.
“Listen,” he said, leaning back and regarding her with narrowed eyes. “Even if you’re curious to try it with Rowan, just wait, okay? He’s as sensitive as a mechanic gets, but he could still really hurt you if you two rush into it.”
Lily remembered how Rowan had shivered with agony when she’d handled his willstone roughly. The stronger the magic, the stronger the bond with the willstones, and for witches having a willstone meant having a raw nerve laid bare on your throat. She looked at her three little hearts, beating at their own particular tempos in the palm of her hand, and knew that whatever pain Rowan had felt when she’d been careless with his stone would be ten times worse if he’d done the same to her.
And Rowan didn’t trust her. In fact, there were times when Lily was convinced that he hated her.
“Okay,” she replied quietly. “I get it, Tristan.”
Since it was out of the question for Lily to allow anyone to touch her willstones, she had to make the necklace herself, and she wasn’t exactly adept at arts and crafts. Lily finally managed to shake off the nagging sadness she felt over Rowan, but not because what she was doing was particularly soothing.
After three hours of struggling with a pair of pliers and what she was certain had to be the most uncooperative spool of silver wire in the world, Lily pushed through her brainfry and reached the goofy stage of overstimulation.
“It looks like I put them in an ugly cage,” Lily said, turning her wreck of a necklace around in her hands. She started laughing. “What a piece of junk.”
Tristan cracked up with her. “Three of the prettiest stones I’ve ever seen and you put them in jail.”
Lily laughed even harder. They’d been at it for hours, and all she had to show for her painstaking work was a gnarly lump of metal with some rocks stuck in it. “I can’t go out in public wearing this. People will think a fork threw up on my neck.”
They heard the front door open, but the giggles had set in for both of them, and they were too wound up to stop.
“Are you two drunk?” Caleb asked from the doorway.
“Caleb,” Tristan said, waving him over. “You gotta see this.”
Trial by Fire
Josephine Angelini's books
- Baby for the Billionaire
- Desire by Design
- Saved by the Bride
- Saved by the Rancher
- Tempted by Trouble
- The Baby Jackpot
- Lassoed by Fortune
- Tempted by the Soldier
- Kissed by Moonlight
- Wreck Me
- Seduced by the Sultan
- Seduced by Fire
- Need You Tonight
- Wife by Wednesday(Weekday Brides Series)
- Taken by Tuesday
- A Good Debutante's Guide to Ruin_The Debutante Files
- An Engagement in Seattle
- Her Two Billionaires and a Baby(BBW Menage #4)
- Chasing Abby
- Crashed(book three)
- Not the Boss's Baby
- Claimed By The Alien (Heavenly Mates Book 2)
- Kidnapped By The Alien (Heavenly Mates Book 3)
- This Lullaby (v5)
- Hello, Goodbye, and Everything in Between
- The House of the Stone
- Fire Always Burns
- Forbidden Fires (Bondage & Breakfast)
- Hearts Afire
- Firewalker