Kafziel leaned back on the couch, staring at the pizza boxes on the table. Was it real… or just my imagination? he thought. The glow, the energy—it felt so vivid, yet now everything looked normal again.
“Maybe it was just a hallucination,” he muttered under his breath, trying to convince himself. I hit my head… I’m just stressed… it has to be nothing.
Aniela glanced at him, noticing the distant expression in his eyes. He’s questioning himself… again. I wish he’d trust what he feels inside.
Jules, oblivious to Kafziel’s inner turmoil, opened the first pizza box. “I got pepperoni and truffle,” he announced proudly, grabbing a slice and holding it up for everyone to see.
Kafziel blinked, trying to force his attention back to reality. Food… okay… normal things.
“Why didn’t you order Hawai
