I left the others asleep in bed with midnight only a few hours away and snuck into the library. I felt like I was missing the obvious when trying to fix Stein's spell on us. But even I had to admit the answer couldn't always be found in a book.
Every book I opened gave me the same conclusion. Whatever was blocking our magic was internal rather than external. I felt good about me, my magic, and my relationship with Cassandra and the guys. Unfortunately, my skills were aimed toward the external rather than the internal, at least when it came to helping others deal with what was on the inside. I was so accustomed to reacting with logic that I rarely reacted with emotion. I understood computers better than I understood people and their emotions, but I was sure as hell going to try. Not for m
