Assassin’s Kiss, Chapter Three: Little Songbird
Sparrow laughs and claps her hands, jumping up and down, as my hair reaches down to the floor. “Can you make it like mine?”
“Of course.” I close my eyes and breathe in. This time I picture the dark curls that tumble around Sparrow’s face before exhaling and directing the magic.
She laughs again and reaches one hand up to tug on a lock of her own hair. She turns to her mother and points back at me. “Look, Mommy!”