Raven doesn’t see it. She doesn’t see how fast she’s changing. How quickly her magic is waking up. How every spell she touches bends to her like it’s been waiting for her all along.
But I see it. I feel it. And it scares the hell out of me. Not because she’s dangerous...she’s not. But because she’s running out of time, and she doesn’t even realize how close she is to the edge.
She’s a natural. A prodigy. A Warren heir in every sense.
And she has no idea.
I watch her from the doorway as she grinds moonflower petals into powder, her brow furrowed in concentration. Mom stands beside her, guiding her through the steps of the tracking potion. Raven’s hands move with a confidence she didn’t have even yesterday.
She’s learning too fast.
Or maybe… not fast enough.
Dad steps up beside me, ar
