"Lucky you were here instead, then." She ran the pads of her fingers over the cover of the book.
"It's Celeste." She took a step toward him, closing the gap of open space a little bit more. "Going back to this magic thing. What exactly does that mean? Making things float?"
The brunette clutched the journal tighter, looked directly into his eyes. They were dark and inscrutable. "Can you hurt people?"