Read Magic Resistant for Free Online Page A

(even his ass was nice!) for a moment before
he whirled around. She flicked her eyes upwards. “This room’s so
heavily warded the Coterie would be envious. No one has a clue
about this place.”
    Prowling towards the bed, he peered intently
at her. “I need to exam you for any tracking spells and devices,
including GPS. You’d be amazed at how many of the Coterie and our
Enforcers can be tracked through their cell phones. Great way to
avoid them too.”
    He stepped closer, making her uncomfortably
aware of the short distance between them. Her face level with his
stomach, she saw the ripples of his muscle through his thin
tee-shirt. If she reached out, it’d be all too easy to lift his
shirt and run her fingers over his flesh. The temptation burned in
her, enticing her. Just one touch to see if he was the same
fascinating mixture of hard and silky soft as his bicep. She chided
herself for ogling him again and tore her gaze away from his
body.
    Meeting his eyes, she noticed they were a tad
vacant, focused on her, but not quite seeing her. He’d dropped into
a slight trance to open his inner sight.
    The ability to view the world and its
inhabitants on the magical spectrum was present in all mages, some
stronger than others. Some people called it the aura and in a basic
sense it was. However, instead of seeing the essence of a person in
colours, the etheric body showed the true self of that
individual.
    Everything connected to the person - be it
emotions, spells woven upon the body or the inner core (the
struggle between good and evil) - was visible while using the inner
sight. Julia never realized how exposed and defenseless she felt
with someone looking at her etheric body.
    Squirming, she flushed with embarrassment.
She’d been lusting for him while he’d examined her. Had he seen it,
understood what it meant?
    Nervous, she counted off her earrings,
tracing each one. When she touched the pearl nestled in her tragus,
she nearly sighed in relief. That one contained her mental
shielding spell, a permanently running spell to mask her thoughts
and emotions. While it was a rare mage who heard thoughts when
using true sight, it would be just her luck if he was one of
them.
    Mental shielding was one of the first spells
Julia had learned to imbue into a gem. As long as she wore the
earring, it protected her. The permanency spell made it so she
wouldn’t need to re-imbue it and unlike other imbued gems, it would
never fade. Guarding her thoughts at all times was a must, lest one
of her colleagues found out she was magic resistant.
    The Coterie evaluated all mages at a young
age then stamped them with a pass or fail. If they’re resistant,
they’re executed on the spot. Diligent and rigorous testing
ferreted out all those with the defective genetic code. Very few
slipped through the cracks. Thankfully, it was an extremely rare
condition.
    She couldn’t imagine being the executioner,
having to kill defenseless, innocent children. Did they regret it
or see it as a job well done?
    A benefactor had kept her safe during the
testing period. He’d changed the results (how, she had no idea
since they heavily guarded the tests), leaving her alive but
regarded as lacking in magical talents. She’d heard the whispers,
wondering why they saddled their strongest field mage, Markus, with
a weak mage.
    They had expected her to fail and perhaps
even die young in a spell battle. Determined to prove them wrong,
she poured all her energy into overcoming her genetic flaw. The
past two decades she’d bolstered her weaker spells with her imbued
earrings, hiding behind a careful façade. The whispers died down,
fooled into believing she was a worthy partner for Markus.
    Perhaps if she captured Jackson, she would
prove her merit to herself.
    A gleaming blade sliced through so swiftly
it took a few moments for death to catch up. A scream silenced,
eyes forever sightless.
    Why were these memories plaguing her? She’d
buried them eons ago along