¬Abella I wander from my bedroom at around mid-morning.Last night's dream still lingers in my mind, clinging to my skin as if it can be seen by anyone I walk past. The maids who tended to my room, servants who pass by wordlessly...it’s as if they know that what I experienced last night was sinful. I know it’s impossible for them to know the decision I have to face, with Noah and Cian, yet it still feelings like walking through here has me stripped bare to my soul. Following the instructions of a note left on my bedside table this morning, I make my way into a dining area set up right at the balcony at the front of the manor. St

¬Abella Stace returned me back to the mortal realm the next day. Noah came with, but agreed to stay in his manor while I went to meet Cian. Him and I agreed to meet at my old apartment, which seems oddly significant considering I first met him when I lived there. I’m about to tell him that I don’t want to be mated to him anymore, and that I’ve chosen Noah. I’m not sure what his reaction is going to be, but knowing him, I doubt it will be very pleasant.  Pacing back and forth across my old apartments living room, I consider my next move, what words I

¬Abella  For a moment, we just stare at each other silently.  “How did you do this?” he questions slowly, looking over me and the damage I’ve caused. I struggle to not feel bad about this, even though I shouldn’t. The awakening of these powers came from anger, caused by Cian thinking it’s okay to keep me here, away from Noah just because I didn’t choose him to ultimately be my only mate.  “Take me back now,” I demand. There’s a fire in my tone, even though we both know that I wouldn’t use any new found power on Cian, even if he still kept me here. I’m not even sure I’ll be able to muster it back again.

 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