The Miracle Luna
“What happened?! What did you do?!”
“I didn’t mean to,” I whispered, heart slamming against my ribs. “I didn’t know—he just touched me and—”
My hands hovered above him, afraid to make it worse, afraid not to touch.
The energy still lingered around me. It buzzed through my skin, warm and alive and wrong. It felt like I was holding lightning beneath my flesh, unable to turn it off.
Lyra shoved past the others, knees hitting the ground beside Gabriel. Her hands hovered over him too, her voice a tight whisper of an incantation I didn’t recognise.