"There are those who practice magic who follow an evil path." Olsen adjusted her glasses.
"You mean dark mages. What about them?" Mom had been petrified of anyone practicing evil magic, which was why she was so reluctant to teach me anything. I had tasted that power. I still hungered for it even though I knew it was wrong, but the desire for it surged in my veins like I needed another fix. But I couldn't let it control me. Couldn't let it win. I clenched my fists against the growing need. I wasn't evil. No matter how much my magic seemed to want me to be. "Why are they targeting me?"
Reed cleared his throat. "They sense your magic is powerful and they want it for themselves."
Something passed over Olsen's face, but she schooled her features before I could decipher it.
"Yes, Reed is cor
