Arwen's POV
Zara Moonwhisper has been watching me for two weeks.
I noticed it the way you notice something that doesn't announce itself — gradually, then all at once. She sits three rows behind me in Supernatural Theory and she never looks away when my power does something it shouldn't. While everyone else flinches or pretends not to see, Zara watches with the focused attention of someone running a quiet diagnosis.
She finds me after class on a Tuesday, falling into step beside me in the corridor with the ease of someone who rehearsed the approach.
"Your power isn't manifesting," she says, without preamble or introduction, as if we're continuing a conversation we started somewhere else. "I want you to know that, in case nobody has told you. What's happening to you isn't a manifestation
