Chapter 6
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Chapter 6: The Power That Won’t Obey
I didn’t remember falling. Only the silence after.
When I opened my eyes, everything felt wrong—too sharp, too loud, too alive. The ceiling above me blurred, then snapped into focus with unnatural clarity. Every crack in the stone stood out like it had just been carved. My breath came unevenly, my chest rising too fast, like my body was trying to catch up with something it didn’t understand… or couldn’t control.
I swallowed and pushed myself up. The room spun for a second, then steadied.
Stronger.
That was the first thing I noticed. Not pain. Not weakness. Strength. It sat beneath my skin like something waiting… coiled and restless.
“What did you feel?”
I froze at the sound of his voice.
Dominic stood near the far wall, half-shadowed, watching me. Not approaching. Not touching. Just watching. His golden eyes weren’t soft like before. They weren’t heated. They were calculating.
“I asked you a question,” he said calmly.
My fingers curled into the sheets. “I… don’t know. Everything just hurt. And then it didn’t.”
His gaze didn’t move. “Be specific.”
Something in his tone made my chest tighten. Controlled. Too controlled.
“I felt like something was breaking,” I said slowly. “Inside me. And then… it wasn’t pain anymore.”
A pause.
“Then what was it?”
I hesitated, not wanting to say it out loud. Not wanting it to be real.
“Power.”
The moment the word left my lips, something inside me reacted.
The air shifted.
A faint crack echoed in the room.
I flinched. “What was that?”
Dominic didn’t answer. He was already moving. In the next second, he was in front of me—close, too close.
“Do it again.”
My heart skipped. “What?”
“What you just felt. Focus on it.”
“I don’t know how to—”
“Try.”
The command wasn’t loud, but it wasn’t optional.
I closed my eyes and tried to find it—that strange pressure beneath my skin, that heat, that pull. For a moment, nothing happened.
Then—
A spark.
My breath caught as it spread through my chest, down my arms, into my fingertips.
The glass beside the bed shattered.
I gasped, jerking back. “I didn’t mean to—”
Dominic grabbed my wrist. Hard.
“Focus.”
His grip was firm, grounding—but not gentle.
“I am trying!” I snapped, panic rising. “I don’t know what this is!”
Another pulse surged through me. Stronger. Uncontrolled.
The walls trembled.
Dominic’s eyes darkened. “This isn’t normal.”
“I know that!”
“No,” he said sharply. “You don’t.”
Before I could react, he moved. Fast.
One second I was sitting—next, my back hit the wall. His hand pinned my wrists above my head, his body trapping me completely.
“Stop it.”
“I can’t!”
Another surge hit me—violent. The air cracked. The ground vibrated beneath us.
My body arched as the pressure inside me grew too big—too much.
“Dominic—”
“Control it.”
“I DON’T KNOW HOW!”
The words tore out of me, raw and desperate.
For a split second, something changed in his expression. Not anger. Not control.
Concern.
But it disappeared just as fast.
“Listen to me,” he said, voice lower now. “If you let it take over, it won’t stop.”
My chest heaved. “It already feels like it won’t—”
“Then fight it.”
I shook my head weakly. “I don’t even know what it is…”
A pause.
Then quietly—
“Your kind was wiped out for a reason.”
Everything in me stilled.
“What… does that mean?”
He didn’t answer.
Of course he didn’t.
Anger flared, sharp and hot. “You keep saying things like that, but you won’t tell me the truth!”
The power inside me reacted instantly.
Stronger.
Dominic’s grip tightened. “Seraphina—”
“Am I a weapon to you?” I demanded. “Or just something you bought and decided to keep because it’s useful?”
The air exploded.
A violent force burst out of me—
Dominic was thrown back.
I barely had time to process it before everything around me started shaking. Not just the room.
The castle.
Screams echoed outside. Footsteps. Chaos.
My heart dropped. “What’s happening—?”
Another pulse ripped through me. Stronger. Wider. Like something inside me had finally broken free.
“No…” Dominic muttered.
I looked at him—and for the first time, he looked alarmed.
“What did I do?” I whispered.
He didn’t answer immediately. His gaze shifted past me, toward something I couldn’t see. Then slowly, he looked back at me.
And this time, there was no control left in his eyes.
Only fear.
“It’s too late,” he said quietly.
My breath caught. “Too late for what?”
Another crash echoed through the castle.
He stepped closer—this time not dominant, not possessive.
Urgent.
“They’re going to feel this.”
My heart stopped. “Who is?”
A pause.
Then—
“The ones who have been waiting for you to exist.”
The ground shook again, harder this time.
And suddenly, I realized something te
rrifying.
This wasn’t just awakening.
It was a signal.
And something out there…
Had just heard it.
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