“Perhaps we can talk in private?” I asked in desperation, stepping even closer and giving my father an imploring look. Please don’t tell them. But it was then that I realised that Ransom was smiling. My eyes slid to him and icy fingers gripped my heart as if he was reaching into my chest and promising to destroy me. Father had already told him. “Everest Arcadia is a one-handed caster, her left hand is a dud, scarred and useless,” Ransom
