"Did… did I do that?" Willow pressed her back against the wall, breathing hard in the darkness.
"Hold on. I'll get some lights," Navian's voice came low and heavy from somewhere in the dark.
She could make out two silhouettes. One walking away, the other staying right in front of her.
It was Evren. She felt his hands gently cup her cheeks.
"Calm down, Willow," he whispered.
"I am calming down!" Willow snapped, slapping his hands away. "I just want to know if I actually did that. I thought I could only control machines not blow up lights."
Evren sighed. "I'm sorry about keeping everything from you. About Sylas."
His apology only irritated her more.
"You made me look like a fool. Do you know how annoying that is? Watching me struggle and panic. For what?" she snapped.
Navian returned then, a blue lantern in hand, bathing the room in a cool glow. Their faces became painfully clear. Evren looked guilty, Navian reluctant.
Willow's frown deepened. "I'm leaving."
