[Emma's POV]
The quiet in my room was a tangible thing, heavy and choking. It lay atop my chest, a jarring contrast to the cacophonous screaming that had taken up residence there mere hours earlier. The air vibrated with a lingering power, the specter of my ability. Or maybe that was only my nerves, so stretched they were singing their own panicked tune.
I huddled in the window seat, my knees pulled tight against my chest, gazing out across the moonlit grounds. The storm had moved on, a bruised, clean sky in its wake. The world seemed washed clean, serene. It was a lie. I could feel the rough edges of the shattered window pane still behind me, a grim monument to my loss of control. To what I was.
A catalyst. A living, breathing imbalance.
Jaxon's words were seared into my soul. He'd sp
