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“And he thought he could march up to Albert Grey’s front door and demand things of him?” “He was used to people doing what he asked of them.” Clemmie gave a laugh that was all teeth and claws. “He was the Chancellor.” Sera spun around. “The Chancellor? Chancellor Bennet? Is your grandfather? You’re a Bennet?”
Then Luke took her hand, and she held tight, and the jigsaw of their fingers fitting together felt like a lifeline pulling her out of the water.
“You shouldn’t come with me,” Sera said to Luke. She’d tried saying it before and had been entirely ignored, but she had to try one last time. “If I’m spotted, at least you won’t be involved—” “Let me be very clear,” Luke interrupted her. “I’m not letting you out of my sight.” Against all odds, Sera grinned. “You know, I never thought the stern, sexy academic thing would work on me, but it really does.”
“It was, in every possible way, the literal opposite of fun,” Luke said emphatically.
This is the life I wanted. This life of contentment and unexpected excitement, of little everyday joys, where I don’t just get to be myself but also get to be embraced as myself. It’s miraculous.”
“A knight can’t protect other people if he doesn’t protect himself too,” Sera said gently.
Because they did see, at long last. Each other, yes, but also, by that act of looking, they saw their own selves too. He, the Tin Man who recognised his own heart at last, and she, not a shadow or a ghost of what she once was but alchemy, a phoenix who had gone up in flames again and again and yet, each time, had outlasted the fire.
“I don’t like to say I told you so, Albert, but I did tell you so,” Sera replied. “Right here, fifteen years ago, I told you you’d rue that day. And here you are. Rueing.”
Or was she? Magic for family. Magic for home. Wasn’t she really just trading one kind of magic for another?
Matilda did not seem impressed by this argument. “The fact that I am quite wildly in love with her does not preclude me from recognising she can be wrong.”
“Clemmie,” said Luke, sounding both highly entertained and highly appalled, “won.” “Clemmie. Clemmie. Is the new Chancellor.” Luke sighed. “I keep checking the sky for flying pigs, but no luck yet.”
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Like that one solitary star Sera saw every time she closed her eyes, they were a reminder that she would never be abandoned by the magic she had loved so much. Not the magic of hygge spells and enchanted cabbages, no, but the magic of a lit window on a dark night, the magic of the wild green land, the magic of birds’ nest boy hair and trampolines and hot tea and glacier eyes lit with laughter, the magic of living, living, living. That was the magic that made the wildflowers bloom.
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