Zephyr's gaze stilled on Anthony who turned away from him to Sylvia. The fear glinted in the boy's eyes shifted to panic as he spoke.
“You've done something similar before,” he said before turning back to face Zephyr. “You made a protection talisman for Sylvia when she had a leg injury. You can do something similar, it might protect her from transforming.”
“I can't,” Zephyr cut Anthony in the middle of his stammering. His fingers curled, pressured. The void he had felt when attempting to save her earlier recoiled in his chest as he steadied his gaze on Anthony whose face was now furrowed, eyebrows locked closely together.
“My abilities haven’t been working well lately.”
“Wha…what is that supposed to mean?” Anthony interrupted in a stammering voice. “Are you saying that you will let my
