“I just don’t understand. What is the point of magic, if not for this?” “For what?” Henry stretched a hand over Gansey’s body. “For him to be dead. You said you were Gansey’s magicians. Do something.” “I’m not a magician.” “You just killed him with your mouth.” Henry pointed at Ronan. “That one just dreamed that pile of shit beside the car! That one saved his own life at the school when things fell from a roof!”
