Moira's POV

"No." Logan crosses his arms, jaw set in that stubborn line I've learned means he won't budge easily. "Absolutely not."

I plant my feet, matching his stance. "You don't get to decide this for me."

"The hell we don't." Lucas steps beside his twin, presenting a united front. "We're not dragging you into witch territory when—"

"When what?" Heat flares through my chest. "When I might actually be ...