“They’re never going to forgive you for this,” I said. She finished wrapping her hands and flexed her fingers. She made a tiny force field blossom between her hands and then popped it, a move like cracking her knuckles. She looked at me. “It’s not so bad, really.” She grinned at me and suddenly I could feel my face ache from the width of my smile. “I wasn’t planning to forgive them either.”
