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‘His hand tightened on the mantel, knuckles going white. “Why must you always sacrifice yourself, and call that love?”’

“Kier has made a mistake trying to save me. And we’re going to find him and force him to his knees and make him fucking beg for forgiveness.”

‘She understood their humour now, despite herself. It was a mask over the anger they all carried, the fear. It was its own kind of armour.’

“How easily,” he murmured, “you give up your magic to me.”

“You’re alive,” she said into his chest, breathing too hard, as if she needed to reassure herself. He smelled like he always did, sunlight and clean linen and his mothers’ lavender soap. He smelled like home.

‘All around her was the ebb and flow of magic, so thick she could taste it, as a dozen skirmishes were lost and won and recoupled. It was a sick feeling, how the magic in the air refilled her own personal store even faster.’

‘As a well, she was the river, the source that made the magic move.’