Sera Winters
Loneliness is a weapon. And the cruelest captors know exactly how to use it.
My hands stopped glowing.
I stared at them in the dim light of my room. At my normal, boring hands that had been burning gold just seconds ago. At the skin that looked the same but felt different. Wrong. Like something had changed underneath that I couldn't see.
My eyes were back to hazel when I checked the mirror. Not gold. Not burning. Just regular eyes staring back at a face I barely recognized anymore.
What was happening to me?
I sat on the edge of the bed and tried to slow my breathing. Tried to make sense of it. The healing. The gold eyes. The glow. The heat that had spread through my body like something waking up.
You were
