¬Abella
Noah and I sit in his room, having spent the last hour in silence, mulling over what has just happened.
“How are you feeling,” Noah asks softly, making me peer up from where my head was in my hands. There is a hollow feeling in my stomach since Cian spontaneously left after the mate-bond was ended. For all I know, this could be the last time I see him. I have no idea what he is going to do from now on, whether he will go find someone else to ease the pain.
“More content than I thought I would,” I reply. I’m not sure if content is the right word, but I know that I’m not going to worry as much as I would have thought. Maybe I will have thoughts about him every now and aga
I stare at the bundle of sticks before me, imagining them lighting up, bursting into flame.At first nothing happens, no matter how much I concentrate. I have no overwhelming sense of emotions to fuel me, yet I still focus every ounce of my being into creating that power, knowing I can’t rely on fear or anger to create the fire again.Suddenly, the sticks catch on fire, a blaze alighting magnificently up into the air, hints of smoke trailing out in its wake. Relaxing the tension from my body, I step back, releasing a sigh. Glancing toward Noah, he is smiling at me, that glimmer of surprise and admiration hard to miss. We have been trying to perfect it since arriving in our home realm a few days ago.“I’m very impressed,&rdquo
~Abella“I can’t explain it. I just feel watched.”
~AbellaThe authorities couldn’t tell me who the hooded man was.
~AbellaI didn’t leave my house for a few days.
~AbellaDoes this make me a criminal?
~AbellaThere are really no words.
~Abella“This has been the worst week of my life.”
~AbellaWhy did I agree to this?