Blaze stared blankly at the ceiling, his thoughts a tangled mess of frustration and fatigue. The ticking clock on the wall seemed louder than usual, every tick reminding him of how slowly time passed when he needed it to fly.
Sleep eluded him, just like peace had for as long as he could remember. His eyes shifted to the window, the moon casting a pale glow across his room. It felt as though the world was mocking him—so calm and serene, while his mind was in utter turmoil.
The voices from downstairs crept up again. This time, it wasn’t about Seraphina. He knew his parents had other problems, ones that had nothing to do with him—or maybe they had everything to do with him. Their muffled arguing had become a nightly ritual. At this point, it was less of a fight and more of a competition to
