Beatrice's POV.

‘Tell me about Yuletide,’ my magic says.

"I thought you had the story to tell."

‘I do. So do you,’ she says. ‘Stories have many tellers.’

"What does Yuletide have to do with whatever fairy tale you want to regurgitate at me?"

My magic tips her head and leans an elbow on the back of the concrete bench. I sigh because fighting my magic personified as a middle aged woman with lavender gray hair ...