Cameron had realised my magic was weak. He would teach me himself every week. I had tried to use my magic on him, and I had succeeded as well until I had opened the door to escape to get shot with needles filled with something blue. I had collapsed and Cameron had leaned near my face and whispered to me I could destroy you. I will give you magical books, but I will never teach you your magic.
He never taught me after that day.
"Here, eat," Miles holds the sandwich to me and I take a bite out of it as he sits on the ground.
"I didn't know what girls like to wear," he says as he pulls out a pair of very long blue jeans and a very long dress. "So I just picked up whatever was there and then they realised I was going to steal it so I ran," he explains to me and I nod as I point to the dr
