“Can I decree that everyone stops pointing in horror at me and Orion whenever we touch?” I grumbled. Geraldine reached out, patting my knee with sympathy in her eyes. “No, my sweet and gentle Darcy. You can only decree things that are possible within the realms of reasonability.” I growled, messing up the pink paint I was coating onto my nails and using water magic to correct it. “Dammit.”
