21 - Feelings
The sky had split open by afternoon, and the rain fell in sheets, wild and untamed, drumming against the stone terrace behind Vael’s territory. But neither of them stopped. “Elise,” Vael called out, strands of wet hair clinging to his face. “Stop hesitating.” “I’m not hesitating,” she snapped back, her boots skidding across the slick ground as she threw out her hand. Energy surged from her palm, golden and unstable, but it missed its mark by inches—again. Vael raised an eyebrow. The impact cracked a boulder behind him, sending shards flying. “You’re holding back.” Lightning flashed. She turned her back to him, panting. Rain streamed down her cheeks, mingling with sweat and frustration. “I’m trying,” she hissed, teeth clenched. “This is all new to me—resonating, copying powers, contro
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