“What happened to your shirt?” she asked after a moment, slowing until we were walking side by side. “That shit-wizard set it on fire. And my jacket. But you were probably too busy trying to outdo Zak to notice.” Her jaw locked. “I created a whole new spell back there, and it would’ve worked if that asshole druid had—” “If he’d looked six feet to his left at what you were doing, yeah,” I growled. “And his spell would’ve worked if you’d looked six feet to your right at what he was doing. But neither of you did, because you both wanted to prove you’re better.” “I wasn’t—” “Get your head out of
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POint -- not to mention her Daddy issues with not folling policy
