Teleportation Spell

There came a soft whumpf like distant artillery, and the ghost of a breeze stirred the hair on the back of my neck. I turned around.

“Hey, boss.”

“Don’t call me boss,” he said, but just on reflex. Jace figures that if nobody in the organization actually knows he’s in charge, nobody will show up to take him out like he took out Tezzeret. It seemed to be working.

So far.

“You’re getting faster with that teleport.”

“Practice makes perfect,” he said. “Never know when you might need to make a hasty exit.” He leaned sideways to peer around me, which for a guy his size is a considerable lean.

Test of Metal: A Planeswalker Novel (Magic The Gathering: Planeswalker Book 3), Chapter 7