Afterward, Lila leaned on me, her powers frayed but not gone. “You’re braver than you know,” she murmured.
I always knew my big sister, Lila, was different. Her laugh—a sudden sparkle in the corner of her eye—her ability to conjure rainbows with a flick of her wrist. But it wasn’t until I found the grimoire under her bed that I realized how deeply magical she truly was. i raf you big sister is a witch work
“Yeah,” I replied, brushing her hair into a knot of lavender and rosemary. “And I still don’t get why I’m the lesser witch here.” Afterward, Lila leaned on me, her powers frayed but not gone