#Chapter 128 Dreams and Wildflowers

Violet’s POV “Render.” The word echoed all around me in a red room I didn’t recognize. “Render, render, render.” The word grew louder, the red haze around me clearing until my father’s face came into view, young and healthy, decades before he became ill. And I realized it was a dream. “Render her magic useless!” he yelled at me, fury flaming in his eyes like I had never seen before. “Whose magic? Mom’s?” I asked, my voice small like a child’s. “Render her magic useless!” he screamed the meaningless sentence again. He was so tall, taller than I remembered him, but when I looked down at my own body, I realized he wasn’t tall: I was short. I was a child. “I don’t know what you mean!” I cried, my young voice high and squeaky. “Render her magic useless!” I was so scared. Scared of his anger, scared that I didn’t understand what was happening. Then the familiarity of the fear pulled at something buried within me. Not a dream. A memory. “Render her magic u