Barring any accidental encounters, which Libby was certain they’d both furiously ignore-Manhattan was a big place, after all, with plenty of people ravenously avoiding each other-she and Nico were finally going their separate ways, and she would never have to work with Nico de Varona again. Incandescence aside, this was to be a very different sort of day, as it was finally going to be the last of them. All the days since that one had been a futile exercise in restraint.
That had been the day Libby accidentally set fire to the lining of several centuries-old drapes in the office of Professor Breckenridge, dean of students, clinching both Libby’s admission to New York University of Magical Arts and her undying hatred for Nico in a single incident. The day Libby Rhodes met Nicolás Ferrer de Varona was coincidentally also the day she discovered that “incensed,” a word she had previously had no use for, was now the only conceivable way to describe the sensation of being near him.
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