Chapter 4Brinley put a hand over his mouth as he gave an ungentlemanly burp. The night of excess and falling asleep on the countertop led to him waking stiff and hungry at two in the morning. Having dragged himself off to bed, a muffin and a glass of water in hand, he awoke later at nine, choosing to start the day with a full breakfast to recharge his physical needs more than his magical ones.
As he stared out the back door into the wilderness of the garden, a slow realisation seeped into his mind despite his resistance. His plans would not work. And not only because of Jack Brewer, but because Brinley was no longer as young as he used to be. At least, not when it meant wielding so much power in a single session.
Fine, he shouldn’t consider mid-thirties old, especially as those with gift
