He needed time, stability, and silence to understand the sheer depth of the power now resting beneath his skin.
The adept title was a perfect shield—an impressive, joyful achievement that explained his sudden change in demeanor without drawing the eyes of dangerous people.
With a deliberate flick of his fingers, Noah cut the flow of his mana.
The long, thin icicle didn't drop to the floor; it simply dissolved back into a harmless puff of white vapor, the freezing temperature in the air evaporating into the natural warmth of the hallway.
He patted Amelia's shoulder gently, guiding her to step back just enough so he could look past her. He turned his gaze toward his mother, intensely curious to see her reaction.
Evangeline hadn't moved an inch from where she had stopped.
Her right hand was still pressed firmly over her mouth, her fingers trembling slightly against her skin.
