Bitty laughs at me, and it instantly makes everything better. It can't be so terrible if he's laughing, and I lean into him and tug my other foot free, drifting towards the edge of the rink. "Too many things," I admit, adding, "Not people. I've never hurt anyone on accident. Even when I'm not in control, my magic shields people."

I stop against the wall of the rink. "That's how the Mage found me at the care home. I was eleven and I had a nightmare. When everyone woke up, the care home was a smoldering hole, and everyone in it besides me was streets away."

I grimace, remembering. "I did melt my bedroom wall the other day."