It was about a week later, and my nights were filled with fragments of dreams—or more accurately, shards of memory from my past lives. None of it made sense, and I had stopped trying to unravel the puzzle.
I suspected these memories were stirring because I had been using magic more frequently. My time in the study had been productive but overwhelming. The sheer volume of knowledge I had uncovered felt impossible to process. Thankfully, Ginevra had been my guide, helping me focus on what was most important.
I was far from being the powerhouse of magic I apparently was in my previous life, but I had made progress. That spell I had used on Luca? I finally understood how it worked now. Ruth had been incredibly patient, letting me practice on her. Probably trying to makeup for her betrayal.
While I wouldn’t call myself a master yet, I could at least cast it intentionally instead of accidentally. That’s progress, right?
“Ruth, you stay here with Silas,” Ginevra instructed.