Becoming Blue
“You’ve felt it, haven’t you? The strength when you’re angry, the visions when you sleep, the way the moon bends to your will. You’re not like the others, Blue. You never were.”
Her knees buckled, and she sank onto the edge of the bed, clutching her chest as though she could physically hold herself together. “All this time,” she murmured, her voice hollow. “All this time, I thought I was cursed because of something I did. Because I was broken.”
Eryk knelt before her, his hands cupping her face with a tenderness that made her want to scream. “You’re not broken, Blue. You are power itself. The prophecy—”
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