After almost six months of frustration waiting for my powers to emerge, he’d stolen them away again. He’d known how much I wanted my Fae powers, and he’d taken them from me. I’d been desperately trying to figure out why I hadn’t foreseen my father’s death. I’d seen Casek being taken, though the vision ended up inaccurate. It had still been a vision. If I’d had full use of my magic, could I have prevented my dad’s death? I couldn’t breathe. Just the whisper of unknown possibilities was suffocating. Don’t forget, Casek was trying to protect you, Ash. It was true. His intentions were good, but was that enough? Are you really willing to walk away from him and everything you’ve cultivated between you because he made a mistake? It was a fatal mistake, but weren’t we all hopelessly flawed to some
