Kestrel followed the others out, then turned around in the hallway. I tried to ignore her, although I acknowledged my annoyance was irrational.
"What?" I finally asked. She stepped forward, then paused at the door, waiting to be invited in.
"I need your help," she said. "If I'm going to help you, that is."
"How so?" I stepped back for her to enter and watched to see if she reacted at all to the wards. I'd forgotten to observe when she'd entered the first time. She shivered, which I took as a good sign. She could at least sense magic. The door closed behind her with a determined click.
"I need you to help me find my true powers. Ones that will stick." The determination in her expression reminded me of the first night we'd talked via magical video chat. "I'll give you whatever you like.
