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“No.”

“Sweet—”

“No!”

The lights flicker. Somewhere upstairs, a ghost shrieks.

Damian doesn't move.

“You're mine, Belinda.”

Wrong.

Fucking.

Words.

“No, I am mine,” I reply, tears making my vision blurry.

He steps towards me. I reach out with one hand. Then, my magic explodes through the room.

And for the first time in my life, it doesn't sputter.

It doesn't fail.

It answers me.

And Damian gets blasted right out of my house.

Chapter 20

Damian

“So, let me get this straight.”

Owen stops.

Presses his lips together.

Fails spectacularly.

A strangled sound escapes him before he bends forward, elbows on his desk, shoulders shaking.

“You flew out of Belinda’s second-story bedroom⁠—”

“I was angry.”

“—because she told you to leave, then blasted you out the door⁠—”

“She was upset.”

“—and you were so busy staring at her that you just got knocked on your ass, out the door, and flew directly into the fucking wish tree?”

Megan snorts. Owen loses it.

For a second time.

And I’m sitting there just waiting for him to regain some semblance of dignity.