“Why was Titus here?” Cornelius had his back to her, focused on whatever he was reading on the desk, and Natalie waited, even though there was a chance he might not answer. With how things were it was more likely than him answering. “For the ritual.” Cornelius sighed, turning. “It’s all he cares about.” Of course Natalie was there, asking questions about Titus, because she ‘needed’ to know. Cornelius crossed his arms, eyes on his wife. How different would their lives have been if Jonathan was born with magic? There was no way of knowing. “Nothing else?” “You’re worried.” “It’s not as though you haven’t made it obvious who you…