Energy coursed through my veins like lightning bolts. It was an unfamiliar sensation, like my body was vibrating. But I couldn’t stop staring at my hands. I, who had sworn never to do so, had just taken a life. A human life. I had entered into a frenzied rage and killed a man with my gift.
I lurched backward, slamming against the mud wall. All the anger was gone, replaced by shame.
I had betrayed myself.
I slid down the wall, wrapped my arms around my knees, and buried my face. Was I any better than Borga? Had I become a monster too? I couldn’t tell if my body was shaking from too much energy or shuddering with sobs.
“Siena!”
Remi’s voice cut through my self-loathing and I looked up. He was bent over an unconscious Galen, surrounded by three confused guards. Blood seeped from Galen
