#Chapter 225 – Cold Magic

Luca and I fly through the halls of the castle and I have to laugh a little, because there’s something fun and exciting about rushing around with my hand warm in my mate’s. Luca, feeling it too, sends me a grin over his shoulder even as he moves fast, even as I can still feel his anxiety at facing my father again thrumming in his heart. I send him a little pulse of love and support as we arrive at the door where our meeting is apparently going to be held and Luca, grateful, gives my hand a squeeze. We slow and Luca raises a hand to knock on the wood when suddenly it opens and, to my shock, a familiar person steps out. “Tony!” I say, my face bursting into a grin at the boy I saw every week in magic class last semester. “Hi, how are you? It’s good to see you!” My heart swells with warmth to see him and, as my eyes sweep over his tall, lanky figure I’m surprised to find that I’d missed him. “Oh, hey, Ari,” Tony says, giving me a distracted smile and glancing again over his shoulder