Kara

The reflection in the creek isn’t mine anymore. My eyes catch silver-blue at the edges when I blink too fast. My aura pulses with a frequency I don’t understand, especially when I feel too much at once. 

This is what I signed up for.

Which, unfortunately, is every time Elijah opens his damn mouth. I had left the cave that morning, walking as fast as I could.

“You’re walking like someone who’s never used legs before,” he calls out, clearly trailing me again.

I whip around. “Elijah.”

He grins at the sound of his name, smug like I’ve rewarded him with a gold coin.

“I told you to stop...