As Sapphire and I strolled through the streets, the atmosphere between us shifted. The tension from earlier had dissolved, replaced by an almost comfortable banter.
Well, comfortable for her. I, on the other hand, felt like I was walking on eggshells, constantly questioning what I could or couldn't say.
"So," I began, trying to sound casual, "how did you get so good at magic?"
Sapphire raised an eyebrow, her lips quirking into a small smirk. "Good? I'm flattered you think so highly of me, Zaya."
"Don't dodge the question!" I huffed, crossing my arms. "I'm serious. You're insanely powerful. You have to have some kind of story, right?"
She laughed softly. "You're persistent, aren't you?"
I wasn't going to deny it.
Sapphire exhaled, glancing up at the sky as we walked. "It's not exactly a pretty story, you know."
