Chapter 2

Marlow had always been pale to the point of actively avoiding the sun if he didn’t want to burn. His eyes were grey like his clothes, like all Storm Mages, but even at his young age, he also had grey hair. Wearing color just called more attention to his unconventional appearance. He’d never heard of a Storm Mage’s power leaking into their hair before and assumed he was just unlucky.

He was definitely unlucky tonight.

“If you’re waiting for me to run out of tech, your highness,” Remy teased, using the nickname he’d given Marlow ever since learning his last name was King, “you’re going to be disappointed. Hanna gave me a special present before we started.”

“Remy!” Marlow shouted, barely listening as he zipped forward in pursuit with a burst of wind at his heels. He only got a few feet, however, before he stumbled and had to slow down.