“Do you think that’s why there was a seal on me?” Clare asked. “To hide me from the other supernatural beings.”
“It’s possible…” Mrs. Niro mused. “Perhaps your mother sealed your true form so you could be with your father. Of course, now that it’s broken, we’ll have to cast an illusion spell until you can learn how to use your glamor ability.”
“My glamor ability?” Clare asked, still trying to come to terms that she had magic.
“Yes.” Mrs. Niro nodded. “All Fae have a glamor ability to blend in with humans. Of course, some are more powerful and wield their glamor on other things. The illusion magic witches use is really just a less powerful copy of the glamor ability.”
“I see…” Clare murmured, looking down at her hands, wondering how she was going to wield her newfound power.
She didn’t
