A week had passed, and despite her best efforts, Fiore still hadn’t unlocked the full potential of her abilities. Every day, every moment, she pushed herself, searching for that elusive breakthrough. Each time she thought she might be close, it slipped through her fingers, leaving her with nothing but frustration and self-doubt. It was maddening.
If only Daemon had delayed his plans by a month, she might have stood a chance. But even then, what did she intend to do with these powers? Was she truly willing to unleash them against Reginald? The thought left a sour taste in her mouth. No. She wasn’t like him. She’d never be like him.
Her thoughts swirled as she prepared for the journey ahead, barely noticing the cold that bit at her skin. Lance’s voice cut through her reverie, grounding her
