{Elira}
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The ride back felt heavier than the journey there.
The forest blurred past the windows, dark and endless, but I barely saw it.
My veins still hummed with heat, restless, as though the fire inside me hadn't yet decided if it would settle—or devour.
No one spoke at first. Zenon's focus stayed pinned on the road, his hands steady on the wheel. Rennon's silence was thoughtful, like he was already calculating what came next.
And Lennon… he tapped his fingers against the armrest, restless sparks flickering faintly at his fingertips.
I pressed my palms against my knees, trying to ground myself. But the witch's warning echoed too loudly in my head.
"It will not bow to you simply because it is yours."
Lennon broke the silence first, his voice sharp but lighter than I felt. "Well. That was one hell of a show back there. Didn't think you had lungs loud enough to rattle the walls, sweetheart."
