It’s the day before my birthday. The air feels different today, heavier, sharper, like the whole world is holding its breath. My magic is buzzing under my skin, restless and warm, like it’s trying to tell me something I’m not ready to hear.
I can sense people now. Not just see them. Not just hear them. Sense them. Their energy. Their presence. Their emotions brushing against mine like faint whispers. At first I thought I was imagining it, but it’s gotten stronger every hour.
When Noah walks into a room, it’s like a warm pulse in my chest. When Emily enters, it’s lighter, quicker, like sparks. Liam feels steady, grounded. Grace feels soft and warm, like sunlight. I can tell who’s coming before they even open the door. Noah says it’s the Guardian/Charge bond. I want to believe him. But som
