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“I’m done hiding!” I shouted, voice cracking with fury and fear. “I won’t be afraid anymore!”Damon’s eyes were wide, hard, and dark. “Aria… wait! Don’t”But I didn’t wait. I didn’t stop. Something inside me snapped. My power surged, raw and unrestrained, rolling out like a wave I couldn’t contain. Glass cracked. Walls trembled. The air around me felt alive, charged with heat and electricity.Lucian shouted over the roar, “Aria, control it! You’ll destroy us all!”“I don’t care!” I screamed. “If I lose control, then let it burn!”Damon moved closer, grabbing my shoulders. “Aria, focus! Focus on me, on me, on me!”I looked at him, my vision blurred, power thrumming through my veins like a wild heartbeat. “I… I can’t stop it!”Lucian stepped in front of me, shielding Damon. “Then fight with it. Don’t let it fight you!”I closed my eyes, trying to channel the chaos. The walls shuddered. Ceiling beams cracked and fell. A deep, violent howl tore from my throat, and the room shook with my r

The baby cried, and everything I believed broke at once.“Breathe with me,” I said, keeping my voice steady even as my heart raced. “Slow. Slow again.”Sera clutched my arm so tight it hurt. Her face was pale. Her eyes were wild. “I can’t do this.”“Yes, you can,” I said. “You are already doing it.”Damon stood a few steps away. He looked lost. His hands trembled. His eyes never left Sera. Never left her pain. Never left the life breaking free between us.“I should help,” he said hoarsely. “Tell me what to do.”“Stay where you are,” I said gently. “She needs calm. So do you.”He swallowed hard. “I don’t feel calm.”“Neither do I,” I said. “But we move anyway.”Sera screamed again. Loud. Raw. Honest. The sound cut through me. Through all of us.“I hate him,” she cried. “I hate your father. I hate this council. I hate”“Let it out,” I urged. “Push with it. Use it.”Lucian stood behind Damon. Silent. Still. Watching everything with eyes too sharp. Too focused.“This child is strong,” Luc

The pain split me open from the inside.I cried out before I could stop myself.It was not normal pain. It was not fear. It was power.Something moved inside me again. Stronger. Sharper.Lucian was already there. His hands hovered, unsure where to touch. “Aria, look at me. Stay with me.”“I’m here,” I said, but my voice trembled. “I’m still here.”Damon knelt on my other side. His face was pale. “This isn’t right. It’s too soon.”Sera clutched her newborn to her chest. Her eyes were wide with terror. “What’s happening to her?”I opened my mouth to answer.I couldn’t.The kick came again.Hard.A pulse exploded from my body.Not sound. Not heat.Energy.It rippled outward like a breath held too long and finally released.Every council soldier froze.One fell to his knees.Another dropped his weapon and backed away, shaking his head. “No. No, that’s impossible.”Lucian swallowed hard. “Aria… do you feel that?”“Yes,” I whispered. “I feel everything.”My heart raced. My blood burned. My

No one agrees anymore.Every word feels sharp. Every breath feels heavy. The silence between us is no longer calm. It is strained. It is cracked. It is ready to split.“We move now,” Damon says, his voice low but firm. “We don’t stop. We don’t wait. Every second matters.”Lucian shakes his head. “And run blind into a trap? That’s exactly what they want.”Damon turns on him. “You want to sit and think while a child is bleeding fear into the ground?”Lucian’s eyes flash. “You think I don’t feel it too?”I close my eyes. The pull twists again. Faint. Uneven. Like a heartbeat struggling to stay steady.“Stop,” I say quietly.Neither of them listens.“You always rush,” Lucian snaps. “You charge in and hope rage will carry you through.”“And you always hesitate,” Damon fires back. “You hide behind plans while people suffer.”Lucian steps closer. “Because plans keep people alive.”“And courage saves them,” Damon says.“Enough,” I say again, louder.They pause this time. Barely.Damon looks a

I feel it before I see it.The pull is sharp. It cuts through thought. Through memory. Through restraint.He’s close.Not close enough to touch. Close enough to burn.The child’s presence hums in my blood. It doesn’t whisper. It demands.“Slow down,” I mutter to myself.My steps don’t listen.This trail is not scent. Not magic. It’s blood calling blood. Old. Familiar. Painfully intimate.I stop breathing for a moment.You should have known they’d use this against you.Her face flashes in my mind. Soft smile. Clever eyes. The woman who once said she loved me.The woman who betrayed me.“Not again,” I whisper.The pull sharpens. It twists left. Down. Away.I follow.Aria’s voice lives in my head as I move.If it’s too dangerous, you come back.I huff a quiet laugh. “You always say that.”I picture her standing firm. Pregnant. Powerful. Terrified but unbroken.She’s afraid of herself now.She didn’t say it out loud. She didn’t have to.I heard it in the way her breath caught. On the way