The buzz of confrontation still lingered as Killian and I walked away from Damien and Madison, but I didn’t let it weigh on me.
If anything, it fueled something in my chest—something warm, surging, and undeniably powerful.
“You handled that better than I would’ve,” Killian murmured, his thumb brushing the back of my hand.
“Especially with Damien breathing down your neck.”
I smirked. “Please. That wasn’t even a warm-up.”
Selene’s voice slid into my thoughts like silk.
‘Honestly, I was waiting for you to slap Madison with a glowing light whip. Would’ve made a great school memory.’
I bit back a laugh. ‘Tempting. But I figured public displays of supernatural aggression might make Principal Thorn send me to the counselor again.’
‘Oh, you mean Mr. Talks-in-Whispers? He wouldn’t survive
