It wasn’t supposed to matter. A sparring match. That was all it was. That’s what she told herself as she stood under the cold spray of the dormitory shower, steam curling around her like the ghosts of things she didn’t want to feel. But his smirk wouldn’t leave her head. His voice — “I think you like me.” Wrong. Absolutely wrong. Carl Maddox was everything she hated: arrogant, chaotic, disruptive in more ways than one. And yet… when he touched her, her mind went quiet. Too quiet. She couldn’t hear the memories. Couldn’t feel the pull of other people’s stories. Her gift vanished when he made contact, and in that silence, she remembered what it was like to just be her. No rewrites. No false layers. Just Ophelia. And it scared the hell out of her. She dried off, threw on her uniform, and stormed out of the bathroom, hoping she could outrun the thought of him. “You’re distracted,” Lilith said over breakfast the next day, narrowing her eyes like a cat who’d smelled a secret. Oph
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