“What about … everything else?” “What else?” “Everything you said last night. About magic.” “Oh. Well, I meant all of that. I still mean it.” I shake my head. “Fucking hell, Snow.” He holds on to my chin. “I don’t want to live in the World of Mages, Baz—I want a Normal life. But maybe we could, like, meet in between?” “In between.” “Like, you do your thing. Magic. And I’ll do mine. And we don’t have to talk about it all the time.”
