“You can’t just leave it floating in your hand, Dove. You need to destroy it or connect with it.” “You mean take it,” I repeat, staring at the pale gray color in my hand. “Yeah, basically.” Fuck. “Well, I don’t want it.” That’s for certain. Why would I want her magic as well as my own? No. Fucking. Way. “Then you have to destroy it,” Creed murmurs, and I shake my head in disbelief. “Yeah, but how the fuck do I do that?”
I hate her. She’s so unbelievably moronic.
