Dakshana felt her pulse speed up.
Minka said, “You have magic. Don’t you? Before, in the hallway - with the magical fire. That was you, right?”
Dakshana shook her head quickly and began walking faster. “No - I have no magic. I’m ordinary, the same as you and Srina. Less than you and Srina, really, since I have no marketable skill that makes me a good wife.”
“Oh,” Minka said in a small voice. She lowered her gaze, and Dakshana felt suspicion flash through her.
“What makes you think I have magic?”
Minka sucked in a deep breath. “My mother always said --”
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