I crossed my arms, magic sparking off my skin. All right, he didn't love me, but was it so awful to even hear that I loved him? Did he feel guilty about his lack of reciprocal feelings? "You're not the boss of me. I can say what I want."

Great start, idiot.

"I can't hear it if you're saying it like some kind of preemptive goodbye." He pulled me flush against him, burying his face in the crook of my neck. "Say it tomorrow."

I'd shut down my magic before he could be ...