Sabastian’s POV
As the celebration ceremony approached, it became obvious that Sarah was having difficulty focusing on her gift.
“Stop, stop, stop. It is no use, your mind is somewhere else,” I said, running my fingers through my hair, then down my face. “Maybe I have been pushing you too hard over the past few weeks. You have improved. Your gift is less fear-based now. It is amusing that it only takes getting you startled to trigger it.”
“I’m not sure that is much better,” she said, spitting a strand of hair from her high ponytail. It was windy today, but the sun felt good, and we had been working inside for days. And I wanted to be alone with Sarah. The Queen was always around, watching, and judging her. I knew it was wearing on her nerves to hear constant mockery.
“Do you want to
