Leander
“Better?” I ask Sara as we sit beside the lake.
“Much.” Sara breathes deeply.
The air is cool and fresh and does one a world of good.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t with you; my father forbade me from entering the dungeon.”
“Yet you did anyway,” Sara chuckles.
I nod. “I had to; you were going to kill someone if I hadn’t stopped you.”
Sara crosses her legs and then hangs her head while biting her lower lip. “I’m so sorry; I didn’t realize what I was doing. Anger took over me,”
With my fingertips under Sara’s chin, I tip her head up. “Your power is growing, Sara. We need to get you some help with controlling it.”
Sara nods. “I know you’re right. Whatever you think is best.”
“How are you feeling about Jill and Paul?”
“I don’t know, Leander,” Sara sighs and entwines her fingers with mi
