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Not being able to control your powers was bad news. It meant freedom revoked. Because Magic Side was closed to normies, we all let our signatures show and openly used magic, but you had to control your power. Two short bridges were all that separated our little island from mainland Chicago. If you couldn’t control your magic, there was no way the Order would let you travel off the island and risk alerting everyone in Chicago about our existence.
It's good to have this verified; it explains why she's hidden her power this entire time.
My heart thundered in my aching chest, and I released my breath in a low hiss. Only Damian could have done this. Skill and motive. He’d wanted that djinn so badly, and he’d found a way to get it.
So tell the Order!
Someone had the djinn. Someone powerful enough to break into the Order’s Vault. Gods only knew what they were doing.
Shit, it actually wasn't him! My bad.
“Is it always like this?” Damian shouted from behind.
How old are you? Have you never been to Egypt?
