“A tournament that, in terms of just pure magic type, you shouldn’t even have made it past the first power demonstration. But because you’re so damn smart and sneaky and cunning, you managed to win the whole bloody thing. Even despite all of my interference.” I know that we’re fighting, and I know that he’s angry, but his unexpected praise hits something deep inside my chest. Something that makes it hard to breathe. Because everyone else only sees the pathetic girl with weak and untrustworthy emotion magic who is desperate to be liked. But Draven… he sees that instead.
