Liora
The tension in the air was palpable.
It wrapped around our group, like a real physical thing, it was sticking into our skin, leaving a weird, bothersome feeling like the one caused by the constant, unrelenting mist.
His worries were understandable, but what Logan seemed to forget—or chose to ignore—was that between all of us, I was the one being affected the most. If something went shitty wrong, it could affect them, true, but I would be the one to receive the brunt of it. This power was residing in me, it affected me directly.
If I got consumed by it, I would make sure there was only one casualty. Me. It was always going to be me. Since the very beginning. He would be safe, he would stand at the end and I was determined to make sure of it.
Even when the curse flared and the dae
