The bedroom plunged into darkness as the last shards of glass tinkled onto the floor. Sofia stood in the middle of the chaos, chest heaving, hands glowing with that strange golden light. Her power didn’t feel like a gift right now. It felt like a storm she couldn’t control — wild, angry, and ready to tear everything apart.
Lila burst through the door seconds later, flipping on the hallway light. “Sofia! What the hell happened? Are you okay?”
Sofia blinked, trying to pull the energy back inside. The glow faded from her hands, but the damage remained — broken bulbs, cracked mirror, and glass scattered like fallen stars across the carpet.
“I’m… fine,” she lied, voice shaking. She showed Lila the photo on her phone. “Valeria gave me this. Julian with his hand on her shoulder. Thirty minutes
