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I warned her in my mind. “Nothing!” She replied, blinking her eyes wide open, making my heart sink to the very bottom. I couldn’t believe her. For a moment, I felt like my heart had stopped beating. It felt like everything in this world, which was once in my power, has now slipped through my hands. It felt like everything in this world that was once in my power had now slipped through my hands. I felt powerless, broken, and weak. Instantly, I loosened my grip on her wrist, a clear depiction of how powerless and weak I was in that moment.

"It doesn't work like that. It just... happens." "That's why we're here," he replied evenly. "To make it not just happen. To make it obey." Obey. As if it were a wild beast I could leash. My stomach tightened. "And what if it doesn't?" Ciro stepped closer, his voice low but firm. "Then you learn to force it. Power without control is a weapon pointed at everyone around you. Including the people you care about." His gaze flicked to Amaya, just for a second, enough to make her shift uneasily.

There was a pause as their confidence cracked slightly. “This situation,” he said carefully. I leaned back in my chair. “There is no situation,” I replied. Another man leaned forward slightly. He was older with sharp eyes. “We know it’s you.” I rested my arms lightly on the table. “Then prove it.” But there was silence because they couldn’t. And that? That was the power. Power is not just money, it not just influence but control. The ability to act without leaving a trace. The ability to move pieces on the board while everyone else struggled to understand the game.

It seems I’m not the only one who has been suffering for the past month. “I’m sorry,” I sigh sincerely. “Destruction I seem to be able to cause without even trying, but when I actually want to do some good I’m rendered practically impotent. All the power of the cosmos flowing through me and yet I can’t use it to do the one thing I desperately need it for,” I snort glumly. “What did you just say?” Ayawamat asks with sudden attentiveness. “I said how I have all this power and now I suddenly can’t do a damn thing with it,” I summarise.

“That’s common. Weak men hide behind force.” My chest tightened, but I didn’t interrupt. “Real power,” he went on, turning back to me, “is invisible until it’s too late to fight it.” He tapped one screen, isolating a network diagram that branched like veins. “This,” he said, “is influence. Companies, governments, banks. They don’t move independently. They respond to pressure.” He looked at me then, truly looked. “And so do people.” I shifted in the chair, my fingers curling against the armrest. “So how do I do it? How do I find the power?”

To be free to lope through the forest under the full moon. Can you imagine what it would feel like to be so powerful? I reply, relieved that we’re on the same page for once. I’ve never felt powerful in my life. It would be nice to know what that’s like… at least once. We’re powerful in at least one way. My conscience proclaims, ever the optimist when I’m trying to feel down on myself. We made a baby. We’re growing Damian’s pup. If that’s not power, what is?

Powerlessness against power. — Look at yourself, he says softly. Look at the woman who thought she could defy a Tsar with a table knife. It's pathetic. The rage inside me explodes into silent sobs, violent spasms I can't contain. Hot tears stream down my cheeks, betraying my defeat, my shame, my absolute weakness. — Cry, he says, almost kindly. Cry for your stupidity. Cry for your bodyguard's death. Cry for your own powerlessness. It's the only thing you can do freely now.

As I reached for the handle, I froze, remembering that there were three other men in the house. "No, if they catch me now, I’m done for," I whispered, ducking into another room to hide and catch my breath. I looked toward the window, hoping for a way out, but it was barred with metal grills—I couldn't fit through. I looked at my hands, desperate to tap into that power again. I gripped the window frame and shoved with all my might, but nothing happened. "What's going on? Why has the strength faded?" I realized the power was volatile; I couldn't control it. It only surfaced when I was overwhelmed by anger or fear.

The people here are different, without power you can't do anything, no, in fact even if you do have power, if it isn't enough, you're just trash. In this case, what can I do? What should I do?

I was bеіng ѕеlfіѕh, аnd rіght nоw I hated mуѕеlf fоr іt. “Do уоu knоw whаt іt felt like fееlіng powerless? Driving hеrе tо know уоu might nоt ѕtіll bе аlіvе, thаt I’d never gеt tо . . .”