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âYour magic used to be blue, do you remember?â
Of course, Max remembered. It was indeed blue, just like the rest of him. But slightly softerâlike robinâs eggs, and Lanceâs baby blanket, and Davidâs eyes in the morning.
âAnd now you carry magic of others. Magic that is not your own,â the man told him, and Max pretended not to hear the bitterness in his tone.Â
âI couldnât just take it off a shirtââ
âYes, you could have.â The warlock laughed. âOne trip to the Spiral Labyrinth and Hermes wouldâve sorted this out for you. But you didnât.â
Max swallowed. Because itâs true. Because he didnât.
âI bet you thought if you kept it, it could make up for yourâŠother inadequacies, hm?â The warlock hummed. âNicolas Thornâs magic is extremely powerful, after all. Did you think itâd be easier to be a hero with borrowed tools?â
âI only wanted toââ
âSometimes I forget just how much you take after your father, Maxwell,â the man tutted, like he was genuinely disappointed by that information. âI forget just how much of a shadowhunter you areâtaking things that are not yours.â
âI didnât take it for myself!â Max hissed. âI took it because Mallory was hurting people with it. And I kept it because I wanted to protect my husbandââ
âYou mean the husband who killed himself?â the warlock asked,and sighed dramatically. âSome protector, you are.â
Maxâs body went cold. The same way it did every time he was reminded that DavidâŠthat David did that.Â
But it wasnât true. Not in this life. Not in his world. He wonât let it happen. He wonât ever let it happen again in any world.
âYou are not taking his magic,â Max told the warlock, meeting his eyes. âNicolas Thorn wanted me to have it.â
âIs that what you tell yourself to sleep better at night?â the man cocked his head. âOr do you truly believe an extra hand of magic will help you change your husbandâs fate?â
Max didnât know. He didnât know what he needed to protect Davidâonly that heâll do it. Whatever it took, heâll fucking do it.Â
The warlock moved closer. There was a softness in those gold-green eyes. But Max knew better than to fall for it this time.Â
âDavidâs suffering is inevitable, Maxwell, as is your eventual loneliness,â the man said gently. âThe sooner you make peace with both, the better it is for everyone involved.â
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