(Sanya's POV)
"Everyone back to the car," he orders. "Now."
They don't need to be told twice. The retreat is chaotic, people practically running across the wasteland to get away from me.
Mira, John, and Marcus return to the car they rode, while Tara scrambles in with us.
Jake stays close. Protective. His hand hovers near my elbow as he helps me get in but doesn't quite touch.
Like he's afraid I might burn him.
The drive home is silent.
No one speaks. No one even looks at each other.
I stare at my hands the entire way, searching for some trace of the light. Some explanation for what's happening to me.
The moon leaves glowed when I touched them.
The magical garland dissolved at my touch.
Now the dead flee from my light.
I have power. Real power. I don't understand it, but it's un
