LOGINThe crowd continued to applaud as Thea took one final bow before exiting the stage. The moment she was out of sight, Elijah grabbed my hand.“Come on,” he said, already pulling me toward the aisle. “Let’s get backstage before everyone else.”We made our way through the crowd, accepting congratulatio
AgnesEight years had passed by.The concert hall was packed to capacity, not a single empty seat in sight. My spine ached like hell from sitting on the hard wooden chair for the past two hours, and my pregnant belly made it impossible to find a comfortable position. Elijah kept rubbing his neck and
“Mom?” Thea’s voice called. “Everyone’s waiting. Are you ready?”I took one last look in the mirror, adjusted the mask slightly, and turned toward the door.“Ready,” I said, opening it to find my daughter standing there in a midnight blue dress that she had designed herself. Her own mask, shaped lik
AgnesOne year later.I stood in front of my mirror, hardly recognizing the woman staring back at me. Two years. It had been two years since I met Elijah—not counting that foggy night we conceived Thea seven years before that, a night neither of us could fully remember thanks to whatever drugs had b
Initially, I resisted. The thought of sharing my pain with a stranger when I had spent so many years being treated like a madwoman for my trauma scared the hell out of me. But Elijah was persistent, reminding me that we all carried burdens that were too heavy to bear alone.And so, twice a week, we
AgnesThe weeks following the destruction of the Lunaris Stone passed in a blur.Elemental Enterprises, of course, was immediately shut down by the authorities. Every known international law enforcement agency descended on Richard’s territory, working alongside Richard and us to document the crimes
Elijah shook his head, sitting on the edge of the bed. “None of that was your fault, Agnes.”“How can you say that?” My voice cracked. “I started the fire. My hands literally shot flames just because Thea woke me up unexpectedly. If she had been standing just a few inches to the left...” My voice tr
The master bedroom was a hellscape. Flames consumed the curtains, the bed, the dresser. The heat was so intense that it singed my fur, making me flinch back instinctively. But Agnes’s scent was stronger here, mingled with Thea’s, and beneath it all, the sharp tang of fear.A sound caught my attentio
Agnes“We’re here for you, Thea! Always and forever!”The recorded sound of mine and Elijah’s voices filled the hotel room for what had to be the hundredth time today. Thea was sitting cross-legged on the bed, pressing the button on her new stuffed pig’s stomach over and over, a small smile on her f
“I…” I hesitated, unsure of what to say. My inner monologue had been so cruel that I wasn’t used to hearing someone actually be… excited about my powers. “I don’t know about being a superhero, but maybe I’ll be able to light a candle without a match.”“Or make a campfire without matches! Or keep us







