Celeste's POV
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7:12 pm, Atlas' Suite
"So your magic just... Froze the water in the bathroom?" He asked, walking out of the dining room with two glasses of magically brewed cocktails. "And the wards reacted to your presence?"
Silas and I sat on a sofa facing the large purple lava lamp at the centre of the living room. After Lysandra's meltdown last night, it was surprising to see that Atlas already had the place fixed.
Last night, the thing had almost collapsed in on itself; while the ground around it was blackened with ash.
Anyway, I took one of the cocktails from Atlas, nodding. "Exactly what happened. It... It felt like I was losing control of myself. Of my magic." I let the glass rest between both hands. "I've never felt anything like this."
"Not even during that outburst at the hybrid trial?" Silas questioned, taking his drink from Atlas before inching closer. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, mouth brushing my ear. "Let's not... Get too worked up about this—"
