Amara’s POV
The next few days were a blur. I couldn’t shake the memory of that strange power surging through me. I avoided Elian, not ready to face his questions—or my own. But he didn’t give up on me.
I found him waiting for me one crisp morning, leaning casually against the wrought iron gate. His sharp gray eyes softened when they met mine.
“We’re doing this again,” he said, no preamble, no hesitation.
I groaned, brushing past him. “I don’t have time for this.”
“You don’t have time to figure out what you’re capable of?” he asked, falling into step beside me. “You’re stronger than you think, Amara, but ignoring it won’t make it go away.”
I stopped and turned to face him. “And what if I don’t want to be strong? What if I just want to be... normal?”
He tilted his head, studying
