Then she gave an uneasy laugh. To do what needs to be done, to be what I need to be, I need my family, your family, our family, our friends. Madame Vorsoisson removed the strands and laid them back in their velvet-lined box, where they glowed softly. Lily's cloak rustled as she felt the wall.
God help us. But— He broke off, feeling gingerly at the cut on his head. Each of the elements had its own essence, qualities that made him think of rainbows and musical notes, though in his mind there was neither sound nor color. Her shock dissolved by fury, Isabel swept down the steps as if she were one of Macrae's own tempests.
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