"Impossible. Gog and Magog ripped it out of me."
"They ripped the gold magic out of you." Rivka added sugar to her iced tea.
"I don't have magic. I'd know."
"Like you knew the first twenty years of your life when it was all bottled up?"
I finished my concha. Did I even want magic back? Magic had upended my life, twisting me into the worst version of myself. I was happy. At peace. Why upset that balance?
While I wrestled with my feelings, Catalina and Rivka quietly gossiped about mutual friends in the witch community. Some of the names I recognized. I smirked to myself when I corrected them on a story involving Hua and her lost bike.
I was part of this world now and I didn't need magic to continue in it. A lot of women were now powerless and it didn't mean they'd be ostracized.