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A fire, unlike any I’d ever felt, raged within me.
Every nerve ending, every scale on my skin, even the very marrow of my bones seemed to seethe with a volatile energy.
Memories of the research facility flooded back — memories of being trapped, of the relentless pulses trying to break me.
But this?
This was different.
It felt like I was about to burst, as if the very fabric of my being was being consumed by the intensity of the rage.
I remembered the laser-like beams shooting out of my eyes, the havoc it wreaked.
The potential to harm, to destroy, was too high.
With Violet bound to me, her safety became my primary concern.
I couldn’t — wouldn’t — risk even a slight chance of causing her harm.
So, I kept my eyes shut, the very lids feeling the scorching burn beneath.
A picture of her face formed in my mind’s eye: her radiant smile, the gentle curve of her cheeks, the spark in her eyes that never dimmed even in the face of adversity.
But even this memory, which used to calm me, added fuel to my fury now.
Thinking of her purity and her love, juxtaposed against the treachery of Ikhax and his men, only deepened my anger.
They had taken our dreams, played with our emotions, and manipulated our realities.
It felt like a cruel joke, and we were the punchline.
As the anger grew, a cacophony of thoughts and emotions clashed within my mind.
I could feel my body trembling, on the verge of unleashing the pent-up energy.
The weight of everything that had transpired, the lies, the betrayals, and the illusions, was overwhelming.
I felt like a dam about to burst, struggling to contain the torrents of emotions trying to break free.
But amidst this tempest, a soft touch reached out to me.
Violet’s fingers brushed against mine, her warmth seeping through the icy storm of my rage.
Her voice, distant at first, began to grow clearer and more persistent.
“Kuana… Kuana, please, come back to me.”
Her words floated around, muffled by the tempest inside, but they were persistent.
Each syllable, each note of her voice, was a beacon guiding me through the storm.
“Remember our dreams, Kuana. Remember the farm, the life we imagined together. Don’t let this anger steal that from us.”
I tried focusing on her voice, clutching onto it as a lifeline.
I began to revert to the meditation techniques I had honed during my earlier years, the very techniques that had helped me maintain my sanity amidst the chaos following my escape from the research facility.
Deep breaths, slow and measured, became my anchor, helping to ground me in the present.
