The Protectors: New Generation Book 1

47 - Let's Talk 'Bout Love - Michaela POV

We've been working on witchcraft concepts we learned yesterday when a crash sounds next to me, and Tally is crumpled in a heap on the floor.

"Grandma Miriam!" I scream as loud as I can.

"Gracious, what's the shouting about?"

All I can do is point in Tally's direction.

"Oh my!" Grandma Miriam says before rushing over to Tally.

After Grandma Miriam looks over Tally, I'm pacing near them.

"What's wrong with her?" I ask.

"What was she doing before she collapsed?"

"I think she was working on that spell, she couldn't get to work yesterday."

"Oh, love, what did you do to yourself?" She asks Tally—like she's going to answer.

"So?" I question.

"More than likely she used so much magic that it drained her energy."

"Drained her energy? I thought we could pull from other sources."

"You can, but it's a technique I haven't taught you yet. She pulled so much out of herself, she didn't have enough to keep her conscious. Was something bothering her to make her try so hard?"

"I'm not sure, but she has seemed off the last few days."

"Probably that fool eejit." Grandma Miriam huffs.

"You mean Danny."

"Ya. She's been overly upset since that call she had with him. I'd like to give him a good one."

"Tanner, can you come over and help me get Tally up to her room."

Tanner comes over with Hunter trailing behind him. They work together to get Tally up to her room. Rushing in, I close the curtains and turn to see Hunter scowling at Tally's picture before disappearing out the door. Interesting.

Once everything settles, and we eat lunch, it is back to learning spells. My head hurts from the amount of information being poured into it.

I am working on the spell Tally was trying, and Tanner is making jokes by my side. He is telling Ande about some girl he dated, and unfortunately at this moment, it reminded me of my last foster brother. I stare intently at the rock in front of me. Surge sursus. Instead of it simply coming off of the table, it goes flying up and smacks the ceiling.

Estel pulls me off to the side.

"What the hell was that about?" she asks.

"I don't know, ya tell me."

"Your past cannot get you here. Those people are not here. The only one you have to fight is your memories of the past."

"Easy for ya to say."

"I can never say that I understand what you've been through, but I'd like you to open up a little more to me and let me try and understand what these outbursts are about."

"The foster brother that pushed me into living on the streets."

Her forehead crinkles. "He was that bad."

"He was worse. He had looks, but he knew it. He was egotistical and self-centered. To him, everything was about him—including pleasure. He had plenty of girls that threw themselves at him. But it was never enough, his ultimate goal seemed to be getting the girls who resisted him to give in."

"You didn't."

I shake my head. "No, never. I am not loose, and I want to wait for the right person. I was not going to allow Patty-cake to take that option from me."