Sofia
Theo carried me back inside after the fight, his grip steady despite the cuts still bleeding across his arms. My body shook, not just from the attack but from the strange power that had poured through me. My hands still tingled, faint traces of silver light glowing beneath the skin.
He set me gently on the bed. “You need rest.”
“I don’t understand,” I whispered, clutching my arms. “That thing… me… what happened?”
Theo’s jaw tightened. “You’re safe now. That’s all that matters.”
“No.” My voice cracked. “Theo, don’t lie to me. I’m changing. I felt it. What am I becoming?”
For a moment, he looked as if he wanted to answer. But then, his eyes softened with regret. “Sleep, Sofia. You’ll feel better in the morning.”
He raised his hand, brushing his fingers lightly over my temple. A
