“If she dies, I blame you,” Claudine hissed.
Things were going so well. I walked out of the infirmary, grabbed Irene by the elbow and maneuvered her out of the infirmary. “Explain,” I hissed. “Now.”
“I am not hiding anything from you, Troy. My magic is returning. Slowly. I’m hardly at full power, and I’m not much use to anyone. I used to be able to do a healing spell in my sleep, and now it practically saps all my energy.” Tears filled her eyes. “I’m not hiding anything from you, but we are surrounded by witches and wolves that cannot be trusted. I can’t be taken again, Troy. I won’t be. I have nightmares every night. You cannot imagine the pain and fear involved in stripping a witch of magic.”
Glancing away, she wiped her tears. “I’m sorry that I exposed myself in front of Claudine and
