As I kept the energy on her, something stirred in me. It was something I could name. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t anger or pleasure or anything I usually fed from.
It was something else. It felt cold, quiet and deep. It wasn’t hers this time, it was mine. Something I hadn’t felt in years. A strange, crawling unease, like I was looking at a puzzle with the final piece missing. Somehow, she was the piece.
It was like a whisper from my previous life, something buried deep in time, long before betrayal and death claimed me. The feeling brushed against my mind, too familiar to ignore.
She was an anomaly. A break in the pattern. My power had never failed before. It bent worlds. It shattered minds. But here she stood, breathing, still, eyes locked on me with something that wasn’t defiance.
Tha
