John’s ears had gone pink and mortified.
Holly, on the other hand, very obviously put on his talking to people who need reassurance smile, the one that cost him something underneath, and widened those big I swear I don’t do that anymore eyes and tried to emanate harmlessness. In comfortable slacks and that violet cardigan, he almost managed it. If not for the world’s memories of catastrophe and flame, he would have. “It’s absolutely fine, Mrs. Trent. I’m never as tall as anyone expects. And John and Ryan have been so good about helping me with the power and control. They’re wonderful role models.”
“Yes…” Sylvia said uncertainly.
“Role models,” Ryan said. “Seriously, Holly? You and John were having an argument about whether you can duplicate bananas with magic, last week. And, for the re
