I wave my arm over the stones of the well and send them shooting toward her. She stops them inches from her face and they drop to the floor in shards.
“Your power is impressive, Gemma. How much I would have enjoyed a true friendship with you,” she says as we circle one another.
“You’re not capable of true friendship,” I snap. I reach for a shard, and it becomes a snake under Circe’s touch. I drop it fast.
“Don’t just react, Gemma. Think. The Order was right about that, at least.”
“Don’t tell me what to do!” I turn Circe’s snake into a whip that gashes her across the back.
She cries out in pain, and her eyes go steely. “I see you’ve searched those dark corners after all.”
“You should know. You put them there.”
“No, I only helped you to see them,” she says, but then I’m forcing her to
