* Storm's POV*

I took a step back while Kim took a step forward. I grasped my dress tightly as Kim's face transformed from softness to sharp, jagged lines. Her cheekbones became as cutting as knives, devoid of any sweetness or sparkle. When Kim spoke, her voice was filled with fiery determination.

"She possesses powers. It is necessary to grant her access to a training academy," I stated.

"Don't be foolish, vermin," the guard retorted, peering down at Kim. "This pregnant woman is only good for eating, not much else. How did you even manage to get in here? You both look like beggars." The guard exchanged glances with his...