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Connor, Octavia, Lincoln, my parents, and I all sit around my kitchen table. Walker and Cissy are off planning the big iconigration tomorrow, assuming I can get my powers back to do it. After my battle with Adair, I don’t have nearly enough igni. I tried, too. I can barely get a few dozen to appear around my arms.
I try to wrap my head around this turn of events, but my mind’s numb with shock. Only two hours ago, I was the Great Scala at my very own Ball of Welcome in Arx Hall. Lincoln was about to introduce me to his nobility as their future Queen. Now, one hundred and twenty minutes later, I’ve hardly any powers left.
It’s a flat-out disaster.
I inspect the faces around the kitchen table, and a spark of hope lights up in my chest. My parents, Lincoln, and I have spent the last two
