““Put it away. I could do it. I was strong enough. I had Voron to thank for it. I pulled the magic back. All the anger, all the pain, I collapsed it on itself and stuffed it away. It hurt. I took my hand out of Evdokia’s fingers and picked up my teacup. Lukewarm tea touched my lips. “It’s cold. I think I need a refill.” Evdokia looked at me for a long moment. That’s right. Barely human, you got it. I had a chance when I was five. Now it was too late.””
