“No,” she hissed, flicking her fingers at me with a blast of air magic so that I stumbled off of the bed, dropping the pillow to the floor. “I don’t want you here telling me everything will be okay. If you want to fix something, then go and tell Darius how you feel. I don’t want to sit here with you moping about me and Lance while you refuse to even try and fix your own shit.” “I can’t fix it, Darcy. It’s too late!” I protested as her air magic shoved me back towards her door.
Darcys life is falling apart and shes concerned about her sisters love life?
