“Let there be dark,” she muttered irritably. The light glowed orange through her eyelids, and while that was unlikely to keep her from drifting off, it was still annoying.
There was dark.
It took a moment for Kim to process this fact and realize there was no way it was something she had done with the sheer power of her mind. Her brain clicked through a series of inferences, finally arrived at the conclusion that this unexpected development necessitated the presence of another person, and she bolted upright to see who it was.
The girl.
Kim had almost forgotten all about her, but at close quarters, she realized that there was very little chance the teenager was the child of one of the wizards present. For one thing, magic ran in families, and the girl was not a wizard; Kim could tell tha
