“Scarlett, all you have to do is answer yes or no. Do you have any control over your magic right now?” he asked gently. Two tears escaped from her eyes, and at his question, her flames turned blue, then glaringly white. They became flames so cold they burned. “I have control over nothing,” she whispered, her voice as hollow as her eyes. Those eyes were slowly dimming, slowly returning to their icy blue, the glow all but faded. “I have so many masters there is nothing left for me to control.”
