Sage didn’t waste any time. As soon as we entered, she cleared the living room by shoving the coffee table against the wall with a flick of her hand.
“You need to learn control,” she said, rolling up her sleeves. “The veil reacts to you, whether you want it to or not. That means it can be used against you, or…” She gave me a pointed look. “By you.”
Tyler leaned against the wall, arms folded, eyes narrowed but fixed on me. He wasn’t saying anything, but I could feel the weight of his stare, daring me to prove I wasn’t as fragile as he thought.
Alaric, on the other hand, stayed just inside the doorway, his posture deceptively relaxed. But his eyes tracked every shift, every breath. It made my skin itch, but also strangely steady.
“Alright,” Sage continued, “close your eyes. Reach for tha
