Thornhill Academy (By Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 93

My fingers fumble over the page before I finally flip it toward him, tapping the line I’ve been staring at for twenty minutes.

“It’s this one,” I say, trying not to sound as small as I feel. “The rune sequence. It’s supposed to amplify elemental output, but every time I try to channel it, the spell fizzles like it’s missing something.”

He leans over, scanning the question in a single glance. His presence feels heavy, deliberate, the kind of man who doesn’t just read a problem but dissects it.

“And what have you tried so far?” he asks, voice quiet but demanding.

“I-uh, I followed the structure,” I mutter, pointing to the half-finished diagram in my notes. “Runes for stability, containment, and ignition. I even tested the sigil flow, but…” I grimace. “Nothing. It’s like the energy refuses to stick.”

Professor Hill hums under his breath. “Energy doesn’t refuse, Miss Rivers. It obeys. The question is who it’s listening to.”

He takes my pen from my fingers without asking, his hand brushing mine just enough to make my stomach lurch. Then, in two effortless strokes, he alters one of my runes.

“You drew the containment symbol closed,” he says, glancing at me from under his lashes, “It should be open, to allow for exchange rather than suppression. Magic isn’t meant to be caged,”

“Oh,” I whisper, feeling my face warm as I realise the simplicity of it.

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