{"It's the third or fourth time just today, is it not? You desperately need to chill, Natasha, and do something about that anger that's overflowing from you. Or you'll blow everything up on your damn own, we can't afford that, not yet. It's too damn early."}
I swallowed.
"Just don't tell anyone outside, I want to enjoy everyone drowning in their guilt and still believing I'm fully magicless since someone stole them from me," I brushed it away, not denying it, looking at anywhere but at them, still angry.
Not with them, with myself, with all this shit.
"Are you really having prophetic dreams?" Evangeline asked, shocked.
