"How long exactly were you in possession of the Dumont family magic?" Huan Wong glared at me over her round glasses, lips turned down into a grim half circle, wrinkles pulling at her pale yellow skin.

Oh. My. Swearword.

"For the last time," I said, temper showing as I snapped my response, "I was never, at any time, in control of another family's power."

What, telling them sixteen million times wasn't enough? Sixteen million and one it was.

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