Delilah:
"Do you really believe this will work?"
Father’s voice echoed behind me, low and curious, but I could already feel the impatience humming through his body. He was a man who didn’t like waiting, even for chaos.
My direct opposite of myself. But I grew up waiting. I grew up learning what it was to wait for your target to happen. To wait before you were able to get to what you needed.
I didn’t turn to face him. My eyes were fixed on the old book in front of me. My mother’s book. I smiled at the sight of it. It was the one thing that I had of her. At least, I believed that it was hers. As far as I was concerned, she had no magic. She had no need for these recipe books. But I did not care. They served me well. And I was going to use them, hers or not hers.
The potion shimmered as
