We’d been back in Ravenscar for a month, yet, still, my heart was heavy. Maybe it was because I felt like I should have been able to save Myra. But like Hilda, I had to watch her die. She looked at peace when she went, and I knew she’d deliberately sacrificed herself in order to distract Gisele. Maybe losing her sister, regardless of the turmoil in their relationship, was just too much for Myra to handle. Regardless, I had to come to terms with her loss. I could not let it continue to eat at me.
“You do realize it isn’t your job to save everyone, right?” Dayna’s said from behind me. I sat in the circle of stones where I’d found Hilda’s book, my back against one of the boulders. It was a place I often escaped to because it made me feel close to Hilda.
“Then what’s the point of my magic?”
