I couldn't hide it anymore.
The power was changing me.
Little things at first.
I snapped at Marcus when he suggested more security.
I moved things with my mind without meaning to — a glass sliding across the table when I was frustrated.
Alexander noticed.
Of course he did.
One night, after another training session where I accidentally cracked the concrete floor, he confronted me.
"We need to talk," he said, voice serious.
We sat on the balcony, city lights below.
"The voice," I admitted. "It's stronger. Telling me to take control. That you're holding me back."
His face hardened. "It's lying."
"Is it?" I challenged. "You want me safe. Controlled. But this power wants freedom."
He took my hands. "I want you happy. Safe. With me."
The silver light flickered between our joined ha
