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Chapters (44)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter 1
  4. Chapter 2
  5. Chapter 3
  6. Chapter 4
  7. Chapter 5
  8. Chapter 6
  9. Chapter 7
  10. Chapter 8
  11. Chapter 9
  12. Chapter 10
  13. Chapter 11
  14. Chapter 12
  15. Chapter 13
  16. Chapter 14
  17. Chapter 15
  18. Chapter 16
  19. Chapter 17
  20. Chapter 18
  21. Chapter 19
  22. Chapter 20
  23. Chapter 21
  24. Chapter 22
  25. Chapter 23
  26. Chapter 24
  27. Chapter 25
  28. Chapter 26
  29. Chapter 27
  30. Chapter 28
  31. Chapter 29
  32. Chapter 30
  33. Chapter 31
  34. Chapter 32
  35. Chapter 33
  36. Chapter 34
  37. Chapter 35
  38. Chapter 36
  39. Chapter 37
  40. Chapter 38
  41. Epilogue
  42. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  43. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  44. What’s next onyour reading list?

“Don’t be a prude. I’m trying to explain something here,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Sharing magic—it’s, like, the closest you can feel to someone, right? You get that. You’re so strong and connected, and you can feel what they’re feeling. And with him, all I could feel was this guilt. Like, he hated himself so much.” She swallows hard. “I was so excited to be helpful. His asshole dad had cut off his access to his family’s magic-sharing pool, so he was going through withdrawals. After everything he’s done for me, this was a thing I could do for him.”

Oh. That’s why he’s looked so exhausted lately.

“And I thought he wanted to do it with me,” she continues. “He just kept telling me how special I was, and it felt like he was really seeing me as me. You know? Not as just another one of his students. I know it’s ridiculous, thinking he would like me.”

I sit there, still and unmoving, as the words spill out of her. She’s fixating on some point on the wall behind me, like I’m not really here. The more she talks, the more I feel sick to my stomach.

“I told him I liked him a few weeks ago, and he just looked so sad. God, it’s pathetic. I know.” She laughs, a short and joyless sound. “He told me that it wasn’t true, that I didn’t like him, but I just couldn’t let it go. I acted like such a loser, I couldn’t even wait to tell him until after I graduated.” She spits the words out with utter disdain. “And then, when he was going to drive me home, I pushed myself on him. I knew he was upset that day because his dad had threatened to never let him access their magic-sharing pool again if he didn’t do some work for the family business. But I didn’t care, I just—I just wanted him.

“You’re going to ruin his life,” she says, her focus now on me. I almost flinch under the intensity of her stare. “He just wants to help students. He’s such a friggin’ bleeding heart, he can’t leave people alone when he knows they need help. I was always so pissed off that he couldn’t see that you were just pretending to be incompetent to get his attention.”