Emma.
I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to process the whirlwind of actions that happened that evening. My fingers traced the edge of the blanket absently as I replayed everything that had happened in the garden.
I’d never felt such power surge through me, such uncontrollable strength that left me feeling like a stranger in my own body. I’d thrown Selene like she was nothing. Like she weighed nothing.
Somehow, the same lady that beat me at the Tis'Uma was now bruised because of me. Because of a single shove.
This wasn't my strength. This wasn't my doing and I knew it.
A quiet knock pulled me out of my thoughts. I sat up slowly, bracing myself as the door opened and Williams stepped in, his face a little serious. He walked to the edge of my bed and gave me a scrutiniz
