Magister Orion clasps his hands in front of him and beams in my direction. "And now, we have you, Ava Grey. The first wizard in a very long time."
Feeling the intensity of his gaze, I shift my weight, settling a little deeper into my chair as though that will somehow shield me from his excitement. "I don't want you to see me as something special. I'm just me."
"You can't get away from being special, Ava Grey." He sighs. "It's unfortunate, but you'll never be able to escape that. Even without your magic, you're mated to an alpha, correct?"
I nod.
"Then you were already special to begin with." He spreads his hands with a little shrug. "Your magic is like confetti on a cake."
Confetti?
Oh. He must mean sprinkles.
"Sprinkles are disgusting," I point out.
They are not. I like them. Selene's little whisper in my mind has my nose wrinkling.
