Eliana POV
There’s a strange kind of stillness that comes after chaos. It doesn’t feel like peace. It feels like standing on a cliff’s edge and daring the wind to push you.
That’s where I was.
Balanced between the voice I didn’t understand, and the fire I could no longer trust. Between fear and denial. Between the girl I used to be and the storm waiting inside me.
I was not able to go back to what I was. It was not what I was becoming that I was prepared to do.
And then I did it…
This made me knock on the door of Alexander.
His shirt was all crumpled the way it looked when he hadn’t slept, and once he saw me, his eyes got soft immediately.
“Teach me,” I said.
He blinked. “Teach you what?”
“How to fight,” I said. “Like you fight. Not with magic. Not with spirit. Just me.”
He stud
