Chapter Twenty-EightI have a consciousness still, but I don’t feel anything.
Am I paralyzed?
No.
I’m bodiless, floating in Felix’s room and watching Harper look down from the window at my broken body below her.
“This is for Beatrice,” she says grimly and spits at my remains.
Something moves behind her—
I’m back in front of Felix’s door.
Where I was when that strange lightning from my hands hit my eyes.
A slew of semi-rational explanations swirl through my head, from a focal onset seizure to someone sneaking a mushroom into my morning breakfast.
I dismiss them all.
What just happened was exactly like my dream visions—only it happened when I was awake.
Of course.
My very first awake vision.
Nero’s heavy-handed machinations and/or my growing belief in my powers must’ve finally go
