Miss Marie's fingers moved with practiced precision as she worked another section of my hair, each touch sending tingles of supernatural energy down my spine. "The prophecy most speak of talks only of power," she said, her amber eyes meeting mine in the mirror. "Of destruction and change. But they miss the deeper truth."
"What truth?" I asked, trying to ignore how Duriel had shifted closer, his protective instincts clearly heightened by the mention of prophecies.
"Child, your power isn't just about breaking or remaking supernatural bonds," Miss Marie continued, her crystals pulsing with ancient magic. "It's about healing. About helping others see their true beauty, their true worth."
Her fingers traced patterns through my white-blonde strands that felt more like spellwork than styling.
