So this was what it felt like to be normal. I'd thought I known, back when I lost my demon, my witch magic still trapped behind the spell of protection Gram placed over her own power, holding me down and dull.
And yet, I had no idea even then I had magic, that Gram's watched over me, lived inside me, gave me more feeling and awareness than I believed.
Until I sat there, my enemy panting with her head in my lap, empty and ordinary.
Mortal.
Ameline forced herself up, bared her teeth at me in a fierce snarl, tears on her cheeks, blue eyes full of rage and hate and horrible terror.
"You bitch," she said, voice softer than air despite her expression. "You've destroyed us all."
I looked up at the gashes in the veils, saw the flow of power had stopped. Demonicon was still there, not destroyed, the other planes looking dull. Or maybe that was just my normal eyesight.