And what I felt next was rage.
Why would they poison me? Why would my foster parents—
“Calm down, Evelyn. I know you want to go on a murderous spree and I might actually gladly join you for the fun of it but right now, there are more pressing matters at hand.” Cyrus told me and I schooled my expression into calm, unclenching my fist as I asked him again.
“What do you want from me? Why are you telling me this?”
He paused for a moment, his gaze accessing me deeply. “Soon, you won’t be able to control that strength of yours. The poison is wearing off which is why it is only just manifesting but soon enough, you’ll go out of control.”
Confusion laced my gaze. “What do you mean?”
“There are people the moon goddess has blessed with certain strengths. Some of them could move at a speed fas
