“How did I help with that? You didn’t see me do magic until I came to the house.” Leo snorted, side-eyeing me. “Your bookshelves moved, Mael. I can explain away a lot of stuff, but shelves that move on their own? I waited for you for like two hours and every time I turned around to head for the door, something was in my way. Then you showed up and when you tried to leave, the shelf literally blocked your path. I had some suspicions before then, some stuff Remy did or said that made me entertain the idea, but I never really admitted it to myself until then. Kind of hard not to, at that point.”
