#Chapter 152 Weapons of Innocence

Violet’s POV “Just try.” It didn’t matter how many times I explained to Bennett that Auntie had said the baby’s magic would sway my magic toward more innocent manifestations. He wasn’t convinced. Theo was on the other side of Marcy’s backyard, fists clenched, gaze unfocused, as he tried to complete the assignment Bennett had given him. “Stop drooling over your hunk of a husband and focus,” Bennett teased. My gaze snapped to his in a glare that somehow only made him chuckle. Per his instructions, I imagined a knife in my hand. I envisioned the way it would glint in the sunlight, the weight of it in my palm, the coolness of the metal. A burst of the same damn wildflowers flew up out of my hand. With a frustrated snap of my fingers, the flow stopped, and the blooms disappeared as quickly as they had appeared. I set my gaze on my cousin. He sighed. “This could be a problem.” “You think?” I quipped sarcastically. “At this point, the only thing my magic is good for is possi