I wasn’t even remotely interested in collecting the third instrument of assassination. It was far better for everyone involved — and for Warner, specifically — if I just let it be. And since I was the only one who could retrieve the artifacts, I figured it was my call to make.
I was wrong.
And though that wasn’t unusual, I was just so … so … wrong … about everything.
I was wrong about who I was protecting and why. I was wrong about who and what I could control. And I was wrong about who I was becoming.
Baker of cupcakes, maker of trinkets, half-witch, half-dragon, dowser, alchemist …
Why couldn’t I just be Jade?