or waited for something to go wrong.
Quietly.
Without a trace.
Or simply looked away whenever I was in danger.
Like in that nightmare.
But the worst part?
For the longest time, I thought that was normal.
Until my younger sister was born.
Adeline.
And I finally saw what love was supposed to look like.
And I hated them even more for it.
For never giving that to me.
Even though they could have.
“The flame flickered,” Airis noted.
“If this were a real fight, that moment of weakness could’ve gotten you killed.”
I bit the inside of my cheek, forcing my hands to stay steady.
“Well, excuse me,” I shot back, “I’m not quite at your level of emotional numbness yet.”
I knew I was pushing it.
But I wanted to hit back.
“Don’t worry, Fireling,” he replied evenly.
“Train long enough, and maybe you’ll keep up.”
I exhaled.
I probably should’ve apologized.
But I wasn’t going to.
“Tell me how your powers first awakened.”
My fingers tightened involuntarily, and the small flame in my hand flared—
tripling in size.
Damn.
And I hadn’t even gotten to the memory yet.
“I know it’s unpleasant,” Airis said.