Remington’s core is… well, larger than usual, so she’s okay, but she used up a big chunk of magic with that display in the dining room and she’s going to be pretty exhausted for a few days.” Leo frowned. “That was her? I thought it was you. That’s what you told Seraphine.” I fiddled with one of Remington’s curls to keep my hands busy, wondering why my chest burned with embarrassment. “Because she’d be even more upset if she knew the truth. I’d rather her hate me, a random stranger she’s never going to see again, than a kid who may need to rely on her in the future.”
