Twenty-Five
As I left the precinct, a renewed sense of hope washed over me. My plan to keep J.T. and Desmond safe had worked. Sure, the Order had dealt us a heavy blow by robbing more than half of the Council of their magic, but it was one we could recover from with time and new blood. After all, magic had a way of finding a way to survive and thrive in this world. It wasn’t that I planned to kick those who’d lost their magic off the Council, but other members of the community might take issue with people who could no longer practice magic leading them. Yet, we could cross that bridge when we came to it.
“Don’t get cocky now,” Grandma said as I made my way back to the condo to hitch a ride to Headquarters.
“I’m not being cocky. I’m being optimistic. You should try it.”
She snorted. “Sw
