"We don't mean to have reservations about y - " Ms. Hansen started.
"Yes, you do, but I understand why. It's true that I'm only slightly sure about what I'm doing. I've only known I was a Trammeler Sorceress for a few days, but I can do some things. You've seen me do a fraction of what I'm capable of. I've only seen a fraction of what I'm capable of, but if we just give up, if we don't even try, then yes," I said and looked both of them in the eye so they would know I meant every word, "we'll lose."
"Leigh, listen to me for a second," Mrs. Rios said through tight lips, rougher than I'd ever heard her before. "Ica will come for you."
"I know that."
She threw up a hand in front of my face to shut me up, and I snapped my mouth closed again.
"And when she does, I'm betting she won't just kill you. She'll hurt you. She'll make you pay for being the real Three, a real Trammeler Sorceress, for taking her spot in the Trinity grave she so desperately wanted. She's that crazy."