Who was that even?
Clearly a student from Crimson Crest.
Irritating.
But I couldn't really think about him right now. My mind was a storm I couldn't quiet.
Earlier—back there—it was like something had shoved me aside, forced me into a corner of my own head. Darkness pressed in, suffocating.
And when I partially blinked back into awareness, Rowan was in the air.
His hands. His throat.
I'd nearly strangled him.
I had nearly strangled him.
With new found powers.
Powers I didn't even know I had.
And so after seeing the horrified looks on their faces, I had to walk.
I had to leave.
And I did that.
I kept walking. My pulse was ragged and my throat tight.
The relay race, Ava, everyone else, they were nothing but noise on the edge of my vision.
And then the thought struck me again.
I was not my parents' daughter.
I was adopted.
I was never human.
Never, ever human.
It was all a lie.
And my real mother...
How?
Why?
