Lark started crying into her scone dough. "That's the problem," she whispered. "When we're happy together, the magic gets beautiful. And beautiful is the easiest thing to destroy." They came three days later. Not in black cloaks or dramatic lightning. Enforcer Indira Voss arrived in sensible shoes and a cardigan, carrying a clipboard and a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
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Maggit, terrified and thrilled, tried to light another candle. The house switched to a barbershop quartet version of "Moon River." Finch laughed harder. The windows fogged with joy. Lark started crying into her scone dough