MIRABEL POV.
“Alright, Mirabel, this time, I want you to focus on control,” he instructed, his voice steady, yet I could feel the weight of his words. “I’m going to push you, and I need you to stay grounded. Don’t let the magic overwhelm you.”
I nodded, my heart pounding, but the doubt still gnawed at the edges of my mind. Yesterday’s exercise had been an accident, a fluke—a surge of power I couldn’t have predicted. But Kendrick had been right: I couldn’t afford to hold back. Not now, not ever.
The room was larger than yesterday, filled with strange, runic symbols that Kendrick had etched into the floor, glowing faintly in the dim light. They pulsed with power, as if calling to me. I swallowed hard, trying to focus, trying to tune everything else out.
I could feel the energy inside me—
