Kora’s POV
The smoke still clung to my skin when we returned to camp. Even after I scrubbed my arms raw with water and herbs, the faint scent of burnt stone lingered, like Aaron’s presence refused to leave me. My body ached in every joint, the fire in me low and flickering like embers.
But my mind? My mind was a storm.
I couldn’t stop hearing the fury in his voice when the shard shattered, the way it almost felt like his hand had reached inside me, trying to drag me back into the darkness. He’d been closer this time, almost close enough to touch.
And the worst part? For a second, when my flames roared out of control, I felt like he was right like maybe I really was his creation.
I curled my knees to my chest, sitting on the edge of the balcony outside Edward’s chamber. The night was q
