The Ice Princess
"Yes, Blizzard is the phoenix I inherited from my mother. My dark side killed him, relinquishing any power I had. At least as this version of me."
"No one can take your powers, Bea. Not even Adrian. The most they can do is momentarily block you from using them." Connor pulls us apart, swiping his thumbs over my tear-strikes cheeks. "Once a phoenix, always a phoenix." He asserts.
"You don't understand. My powers came from him." He stared at me, not fully grasping the concept of a spirit within someone. "Like a werewolf has their wolf, I had Blizzard. Here, try to enter my mind. With Blizzard gone, you should be able to do it." His eyes glow bright blue.