Mason
The moment I heard her voice cut through the air, I froze.
Skye.
She stood at the edge of the crowd, glowing—literally glowing—with power. Her eyes were no longer the soft, familiar ones I’d come to love, but bright, almost unnatural, like something ancient and dangerous had taken hold of her. My heart stuttered in my chest, torn between awe and fear.
Then I saw Clara—choking and writhing on the ground at Skye's feet. Panic surged through me, and I furrowed my brow in confusion.
"Skye—" I started, my voice shaky, but before I could take another step, my mother’s shrill voice cut me off. "How dare you, you little b*tch! Come here—" she shrieked, her face twisted with rage. “I thought you were locked up! How did you—”
She never finished.
With a simple flick of her finger, Skye
