Chapter 12

• The road stretched endlessly before us, swallowed in shadows. The tension inside the car was suffocating for me. Logan was gripping the wheel so tight as his knuckles turned white, while Kelvin sat beside me, silent and watchful. His golden eyes never left me, and I hated the way he looked at me—like I was something dangerous.
• Was I?
• I stared down at my hands, still trembling. The memory of the glowing flames I saw my hand turn to haunted me. That power—it had come from me.