“No, you don’t understand!” she shouted, voice quickly going raw with distress. “You don’t know what it is to be weak and afraid. I just wanted to be powerful, Damien, and I was doing it for you!” “What?” His hands were held out, face screwed up. “Why?” “I wanted to be strong, to be something that you would think more of, that you would respect, but you—you couldn’t even keep your promise to me that you wouldn’t use that spell again.” Amma sucked in a breath and pressed a hand to her chest. Her heart beat with an anger and ache that she hated so viscerally, she would have rather it stopped all
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