The room feels too small. Too bright. Too loud. My heart is pounding so hard it hurts, and every breath feels like it’s scraping against something sharp inside my chest.
A witch. A familiar. A Guardian. A mother I never knew. A father I never met.
And Jason Moore...My uncle. My stomach twists.
“No,” I whisper, shaking my head. “No, this is too much. This is...this is insane.”
My magic reacts before I do. The air around me tightens, humming under my skin. The lights overhead flicker once… twice… then buzz like they’re about to burst.
“Raven...” Noah reaches for me.
“Don’t,” I snap, even though I don’t mean it. “Just...don’t.”
But he doesn’t listen. He takes my hand gently, like I’m something fragile. His thumb traces slow circles into my palmc, grounding, steady, warm. The bond betw
