LXVIII

Isaac sat in silence while I quietly seethed. Distribute my magic, sure. It made sense if we were using it to correct issues and mend relationships. But, Leah having a dose of it was pointless. It gave her a jump start on being a hedge witch, but it was an unreasonable risk.

Realistically, I was barely okay with people who needed to atone for something gambling on whether or not my magic would be truly helpful in the long run. Innocents shouldn’t touch it.

Isaac had told me my magic was incredibly pure, as it was untainted, virginal magic. I had a theory that maybe it cleansed whoever held it, too. I could only imagine that was how it had maintained its purity over the past eight years that I had been its sole host, given the amount of blood on my hands.

A devilish idea snuck into my head, so while Isaac was preoccupied with dissecting the meaning behind a coven with no magic, I slipped off his lap. To save face, I kissed him on the cheek, making Leah swoon, and told him I was g