The masked Luna
"Can you or can't you?"
She arched an eyebrow. "Don't get impatient, princess. Magic's an art, not a state of mind, that takes time."
I groaned. "Then we're lost."
Liam snorted.
Magda hesitated, her trembling hand held in mid-air. "All right, all right. I can do that. But there's a catch."
"There always is," I said to her.
"The spell won't hold," she informed me. "It will dissolve if it catches a scent of blood. If you get slashed up in an accident or intentionally and start to bleed, then the glamour will start to unravel until your body can heal itself."
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