EVE'S POV:
Salem jumped up beside me, settling into a comfortable spot by my side, his tail swishing lazily. "You stop running," he said simply. "You stop hiding from who you are. You stop being afraid of what you might become. You trust in your magic. And, when you're ready, you'll learn to control it."
Trust that you won't lose control. You're a Nightshade. You have the blood of generations of powerful witches in your veins. You can handle this."
I stared at him, seeing the flicker of something more than a cat in his gaze. It was like I was finally getting a glimpse of the Salem I never knew existed—the one who saw things clearly, even when I couldn't.
"Your magic isn't a curse, Eve," he said softly. "It's a gift. It's time you started claiming it as your own."
