Chapter 123

“But without a source of power – without a Subject – that magic might drain you out,” countered Sun.

“You’re here Snobby. Being my Subject or not, you are and will always be my source of power,” assured Exeter. “Conjure.” He taps one of his pockets with his pen, and afterwards, draws out a number of brochures for a water filtering system from it.

“Focus, and don’t break your concentration.” Sun’s imperative tone is obvious that Exeter nods snappishly in reply.

“Lace.” Exeter, then, presses the doorbell, as Sun hides out of sight.

Mrs. Jane and Elixir approach the gate quickly. Mr. Robert, sitting by their garden table, glances at where the sound came from. Afterwards, he looks back at his newspaper.

“Sawadee khun,” greeted Mrs. Jane, stepping outside together with Elixir.

Stunned at the sight of his mother and brother, who are just an arm’s length of him, Exeter freezes on the spot where he is standing.