Page 59 of Of Witches and Queens

“See? And sure, if you managed to resist that’s pretty impressive, but maybe your magic draws on the enchantment, maybe it’s rubbing off on you.”

“Really? That happens?” I shiver.

“I’ll be frank with you. Much of what is happening here is new territory. I was never taught about anything like this happening. But I wasn’t told there could be two Queens, either.”

We walk together to the bleachers, climb up and sit. It’s not exactly a companionable silence but it’s not hostile, either.

As the game begins, I narrow my eyes at the spot where Ophelia is sitting with Zoey and the Wicked Girls.

“I have been trying to reach the boys’ magic,” I whisper. “A wall encloses it now, placed there by the enchantment, stopping me from sensing where they are. I mean, last night, I followed Zoey because I had a gut feeling she was up to something, but I didn’t feel their pain.” I swallow hard. “But Ophelia is my cousin. My flesh and blood. My magic.”

“What are you thinking?”

“I can’t reach the boys’ power, but what if I tried to reach hers?”