It was her turn to knock on someone’s door. Rossi answered, dressed for bed and raising a dark eyebrow at her. “If you need a shoulder to cry on, I charge by the hour—” he began, leaning against the door, but she cut him off.
“How fast can you teach me dark affined magic?” she demanded, squaring her shoulders determinedly. By the way both his eyebrows now rocketed up into his hairline, he was very aware of the insanity of what she was asking. “Even just the basics. I’ll do the rest.”
He stared at her. “It took four years to learn light. You’ll have to unlearn that before you can begin to tap dark magic on your own. It will take time, Ryder.”
She fortified herself. Guilt had crippled her after JJ’s horrifying announcement, replacing the grief that she’d floundered in since Reid had been
