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Samir dropped his tea. "Do that again."

Lark's hands stopped kneading. "You're talking about a Binding." very secret society of irregular witches

"Yet," Indira said gently. "Irregular magic always hurts eventually. That's why the Society keeps you separate. It's kinder this way." That night, Maggit gathered the others in the kitchen. The house turned off its lights so no one could see them conspiring. Samir dropped his tea

"And they won't," Samir said slowly, "because undoing a Binding creates a magical backlash big enough to... what? Destroy a city block?" "Irregular magic always hurts eventually

was nine and hadn't spoken aloud in four years. Instead, his magic drew pictures in the air: shimmering constellations of what he felt. Right now, he drew a question mark made of lightning bugs.

"A what?"

Indira's magic was precision. She could unspool a spell like thread, find the single knot where it went wrong, and snip. She had unmade nine Irregular covens personally. She never raised her voice. She never had to.