Wellbelove is a bigger fool than I thought.

The corner of my mouth lifts in an attempt at a smile. I'd laugh in contempt, but it's too much effort. "I'm never going to want Agatha, Snow," I say quietly, and go over to my dresser to get my wand. "And she doesn't really want me."

I point my wand at his shirt where it's kinked in a few places. "Wrinkle free!"

"All set, then."