Crave (Harlequin Teen)

Have you eaten? If you grounded at school today, you’re gonna need to fortify the body and fuel the energy, you know.”
    I grinned with relief and rose to my feet. “Yeah, Dad. I just had a couple of sandwiches and some milk.”
    “Good, good, good. Then let’s head to the backyard and get going. We’ve got a lot to cover.”
    I glanced down at the slacks and dress shirt he still wore. “Uh, don’t you need to change?”
    “Why waste time? I’ve got a million suits.”
    As we stepped out the patio door to the backyard barely visible in the dusk, I took another chance. “Hey, Dad, do you think we could start with some self-defense training?”
    “Problems at school?”
    I forced a laugh. “Oh, you know, nothing a good right hook wouldn’t take care of. But you know Mom and how much she wants me to go to college.”
    He chuckled. “I understand completely. Gotta go the subtle route this time, right?”
    “Right.”
    “Well, sure, we can start with some defensive training. Although if you ever get ready for a real fight…”
    “You’ll be the first to know, Dad, I promise.”
    “All right. Have a seat there on the grass while I pull up a chair.” He grabbed a wicker chair from the back patio, brought it onto the lawn and sat down, muttering, “Getting too old to sit on the ground.”
    I sat in front of him, legs crossed kid-style as he’d taught me for grounding training even though it seemed stupid. I felt like a kindergartner getting ready for story time.
    “Okay, so here’s the basics of casting a spell. Every witch starts off at the beginner level of spellcasting by saying a word and using a small hand gesture. This helps you focus and control when the spell is actually cast, until you learn how to discipline your mind. Someday, when you’re ready, I’ll teach you how to cast a spell even if you’re tied up with your mouth taped shut, just by thinking the word and using your willpower. Eventually you’ll learn to cast a spell even without a word at all, just by thinking about the results you want to create. Like you do when you create fire or ground your energy.”
    As much as I hated magic, I had to admit, throwing a spell with just my mind would be kind of cool.
    He continued. “The first thing you need to know is, when someone is coming at you, you’ve gotta react fast. So we’ll start with the word and hand gesture to cast a blocking spell. Just remember, though, no spell’s going to work until you really want it to.
    “Now, are you feeling confident?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Good. Then stand up.”
    I obeyed.
    “And come at me.”
    “Sir?”
    “Go on. Try to come at me like you’re gonna tackle me.”
    I took two slow steps toward him. And found myself ten yards away, walking in the opposite direction, and a million tiny stabs of pain racing over my neck and arms.
    I muttered a curse and shook my head, rubbing the sensation from my skin. Was this how all the descendants felt when a Coleman used magic near them? No wonder the descendants hated it when I had power spikes at school.
    “See how it works?” he said as I walked back. “It just moves you away and turns you around. Really good for fighting in hard-to-see situations, because it can confuse your attacker and give you time to get away.”
    I nodded and paid close attention as he taught me the word and wrist flick. But when I tried it for myself, nothing happened.
    “Ah, but you’ve really got to want it to happen, son. Your will is the key to it all. Now try again. This time, I’ll come at you.”
    He walked toward me. I said the word and performed the hand gesture. And…nothing.
    He glared at me. “Tristan Glenn Coleman. You can do better than that. Boy, I’m gonna tan your backside if you don’t get it in gear!” He came at me, his long legs eating up the distance between us despite his huge gut. I’d never realized he could move that fast.
    Fear rammed through me, making me feel like a little kid about to get a serious butt whipping. I whispered the spell. Then he was at the end of the backyard and facing the opposite direction.
    “All right! You did it!” He walked toward me, beaming. “I thought I might have to give you some motivation there.”
    He was faking it? “Well, it worked.” My laugh sounded shaky even to my own ears.
    The garden lights kicked on, flooding the yard and reminding me that time was running out fast.
    “Okay, what’s next?” I said.
    “Whoa, slow down, Tristan. Don’t