***Ella***
Warmth.
It fills me from the inside out, a quiet hum of energy that feels more natural than ever before. I feel whole, in tune with every part of myself in a way I never have before.
Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, I can sense my magic resting beneath my skin. No longer a flickering spark or a tingling heat, but something steady, something there, something ready.
With effortless intent, I summon my phone from the nightstand, and it lands neatly in my palm. The screen reads 8:00 AM. Considering how late I had crawled into bed, I should be more tired. But how could I be? Life is too exhilarating to waste on sleep.
Well, almost.
Across the room, Freya shifts under the covers. She stretches with a yawn, blinking the sleep from her eyes before giving me a knowing look.
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