Grachi laughed, a real, full laugh that made the greenhouse vines curl happily around the rafters. "Deal."
He was right. A secret was eating at her. For weeks, she’d been having dreams of a dark, swirling vortex—a magical echo from a spell she’d broken months ago. A spell that had promised to erase magic forever. She had saved magic, but a shard of that broken darkness had latched onto her, feeding on her anxiety. grachi in english
"Concentrate, Grachi," she whispered to herself. "Focus." Grachi laughed, a real, full laugh that made