23. Damian

Chapter twenty-three

Damian

O wen had to go in early to work the next day to catch up on everything he missed by coming home to rescue me from the "staff incident," as I was now calling it.

I spent the day as I had the day before, allowing Elias to instruct me. I teased him a few times about how I felt like he was training me to be a boxer since we spent three hours focusing on where my feet were when I drew the staff.

"You can lose your balance if your feet aren't planted firmly," Elias instructed more than once.

Doing magic? Really, that didn't feel all that strange now either. The staff came and went when I called it. Ghosts popped in and out of my life all the time. These things were par for the course.

It seemed like so much time had passed since it all started, since I'd walked into that magic shop and the weird man had given me the Wheel of Fortune card .

Funny I should think of that, but now I was thinking about all the symbols on it. The wheel turned, of course, but there was dark and light. Life had turned for me, but I also figured I'd been thrown in the middle of that wheel.

The real question was, what would happen when it turned again?