"She doesn't," I snap, and move back to my side of the room. I hover by the half wall, because it's safer over here with Snow in that damn shirt smelling like a forest, smiling at me.

"Her family would be perfect for me, Snow, please," I say dryly. The Wellbeloves aren't the most powerful mages, but they're wealthy and not overly supportive of the Mage. Father would be thrilled regardless. "She's just not my type. Leave it."