Apart

Rosalind's POV

Rivers turned back to face me. My breath slowed as I asked.

"Can I check if I have it?"

River's brows drew together in confusion. "Have what?"

I swallowed thickly. "Magic."

I know it seemed crazy. I was the crazy one for even thinking that I could have anything like that but being here had done one thing.

It has taken my mind back to the Mirror of Reflection. The only time I had seen magic before being abducted. I had been unable to fully process it between being in the trials and seeing the princes I cared about due to its reflection.

But now looking back at it, I recalled my scream and the corresponding crack in the mirror.

It might have been a coincidence but I needed to make sure that it was. That I wasn't like these… rogues.

River stared at me like I had taken leave of my senses. "Currently, only purebloods can wield magic and no offence but if you were one of us, you would have grown up here," Then he shrugged. "Or you would be dead."

I rolled my eyes at him.