“Yes, of course, this is all my fault.” “Yes, it is,” Barabas said. “All you had to do was walk in there and have a simple conversation with your father.” Simple? “You know what I don’t need, Barabas? I don’t need you to criticize how I speak to my father.” The mercs took a step back in unison. Curran put his hand on my shoulder. “Be careful, Kate,” Barabas said, his expression unreadable. “Your magic is showing.”
