“She will find out anyway. You’re not blind. You’ve seen what’s happened since the Ascension Year began. How her temper grows. The bear she killed by the bent-over tree . . . the one she killed without touching! And how many broken plates have there been? How many vases knocked off tables? You tried to bind it, but it didn’t work.” “Madrigal,” Cait says, her voice weary. “Be calm.” Madrigal laughs. “How many times have you said that to her? Be calm. Don’t worry. Control your temper.
