"Wow. So when do I start?"
Ysmeine's proud smile widened. "Lysara emphasized that you should start as soon as possible," Ysmeine replied, noting the eagerness in his voice.
"I think I'll start tomorrow then." He could not wait for it. And the timing was perfect.
His reckless experiment in the pool just moments ago, that uncontrolled burst of Kinetic Acceleration that ended with him slamming painfully into the crystal wall—was a reminder of his biggest problem.
He had all this raw, nascent potential Vitae abilities from Daphne and Ravena, but no idea how to control them without nearly knocking himself out.
He desperately needed a teacher. And while Mireille had volunteered, she was not better than a real qualified teacher.
Zaeryn's grin turned predatory. Warlady candidates.
