It's crazy. It's totally crazy. It's the kind of shit he would write about, but only... is it that crazy? He's seen what Les can do. Magic is real; it exists. Caden knows this for a fact.

"The weather is acting like it's, I don't know, reflecting my mood?" He bites his lip and goes over to sit on the edge of the bed, fiddling with the edge of the duvet before looking up at her. "I seem to always have good luck with the weather, but I thought that's all it was. What happened today - "

He trails off and swallows hard, brow furrowed for a moment. "That wasn't luck. It was something different."