There is something special about her – and it isn’t the hole she blasted in Spencer’s stomach. It isn’t the way her magic matched mine pace for pace out there in the meadow. No, it’s something more. The way my magic wanted to combine with hers. The way I’m pulled towards her by that hook in my stomach. The way she’s captured my goddamn attention. The way she’s invaded my mind. The way I’m here telling him all this when I shouldn’t be.
