"You're not weak," Kennedy said abruptly, and this wasn't something she even had to think about. "Don't even start with that. Karla's not the only witch around here. You're amazing. I just..."

She dug a hand into her hair in frustration; it wasn't like she knew how to explain the vagaries of magic, and trying to find the right words for something had never been one of her strengths.

"Babe, for a second there, your eyes went black."

Kennedy still wasn't sure what exactly that entailed, but putting it together with everything that had happened afterward, she didn't think it was good.