my neck and into my cheeks. I would laugh at myself right now if I could feel anything outside of undiluted embarrassment.
I seriously need to get a grip. Yes, it’s been a while since a good-looking man got all up in my business, but the fact that my brain just jettisoned off into oh, you know what would be fun? An orgasm! territory is just plain pathetic.
“Okay, you should be feeling the different frequencies that the individual lines give off,” he explains, and with a deep breath, I focus on what he’s saying. “It’s almost like you’re listening to several radio stations at once, some louder than others, and you want to pick the loudest out of all of them.”
Using my other senses, I study the different energy sources all around me until I can pinpoint the one that feels the most dominant. Rogan is quiet, patiently giving me time to work through what he’s telling me to do.
“I think I’ve got it.”
“Good. Now observe it for a moment. You should be able to instinctually sense it’s frequency, and when you do, you should also feel your magic almost responding to it.”
I concentrate on the buzz of the ley line and try to recognize a similar hum running through me. It takes me a moment, but I start to feel a vibration moving through me, like I’m a tuning fork or something. I smile but bite back the giggle that annoyingly bubbles up in my throat. I can hear the different pitches, mine versus the ley lines’. Awe settles in me. I concentrate harder on the threads, the pitches clashing and making me want to match them. Offhandedly I wonder what happens if I make my pitch sound exactly like the line’s, is that even a thing?
“Shit! No you don’t,” Rogan exclaims, and strong arms clamp around me, shattering my focus. With a squeal, I’m yanked away from where I was just standing, and my eyes fly open to find Rogan whisking me away from whatever he just perceived as a threat.
“What happened?” I ask confused, my eyes darting around, certain there must be something dangerous headed right for us. Magic swells in my chest, responding to my duress, ready to be called on.
“You almost rode the line. I didn’t think you’d catch on that fast,” he announces, his tone sounding half surprised and half shaken.
“Isn’t that a good thing?” I query, perplexed by the panic I see in his features.
“No. I mean, yes, it will be at some point, but if you don’t have a destination, you can trap yourself in the line or apparate somewhere dangerous.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh,” he agrees as he releases a relieved breath. “I feel like my heart just tried to crawl out of my throat,” he confesses, pressing a palm to his chest.
I should probably feel bad, but it’s not like he told me to be careful or warned me at all that I could get myself sucked into a ley line forever. This is probably why I was under the impression that they were too dangerous to use anymore.
“So how do you figure out where you’re going and tell the ley line that?” I query.
“You have to know the frequency of the line you want to travel to, you have to know exactly where you want to stop on that line. Once you connect and are pulled into the ley line, you shift your magic to the frequency of your destination, and abracadabra, you’re there.”
“Abracadabra? Really?” I tease.
“What would you rather I say? Shazam? Boom chaka laka? Voilà?”
“I mean, a simple yeet would have sufficed, but boom chaka laka is a solid choice as well.”
“Noted,” he deadpans, and I fight a smile.
“So, if I don’t know the frequency of where I want to go, I’m screwed. Is that the gist of it?” I reiterate, making sure I understand everything correctly.
“Yep, you got it. You may think you can wing it and just create any frequency to see where it will lead you and learn that way, but if you drop yourself in the middle of the ocean, you’re screwed. A current could pull you away from the line...like that.” He snaps his fingers, and I blanch. “You wouldn’t be able to get back on it, and that’s only one of the many bad things that could happen. You could apparate to freezing temperatures in the Himalayas or a volcano. The middle of a board meeting, exposing us to Lessers.”
“I hear you loud and clear.