I scowl. “I’m not doing that to you.”
“I know,” she says as she slides her hands to the back of her neck and removes her necklace.
Lula places it on the floor in front of me and moves out of the way. “Try to move my necklace into the wall. I bet you can do it.”
Her enthusiasm is adorable and amusing at the same time. I give her the benefit of the doubt because we have nothing better to do.
A deep breath leaves my lips as I channel all my inner feelings into the necklace. My head starts to sting as I focus, but it’s probably due to lack of sleep and dehydration. I relax after a few moments, and then cough.
“What happened?”
“Nothing, Lula. Nothing happened.”
“You almost went purple.”
I release a laugh through my nose. “I was holding my breath.”
“What about if you think about things that make you angry or sad?”
That’s the thing. I don’t really want to. It’s only going to dig up emotions I’ve tried to bury over the last few weeks.
I meet Lula’s gaze as she looks hopeful. “Please?”
“Okay,” I murmur in defeat.
My eyes close as I think about Evan in the hospital bed. The way my father flung him through the window. My hand on his throat. The vile words he spouted at me. Our entire world shattered as I rejected the love of my life. I part my lips to exhale a trembling breath.
My body starts to vibrate with the force of the hatred and resentment I hold for Ryker. For taking away my life. For hurting my mate. For being my father.
I lock onto the necklace and pour every inch of emotion I have into my senses, my soul, my determination. The second I feel like I’m about to combust, I break my trance and lower my head. It’s useless. I don’t have a drop of my father’s abilities.
Lula gasps, and I glance up at her.
“What?”
“It moved.”
I stare at the necklace, but it looks like it’s in the exact same position as before.
“The chain.” She points. “I swear. I swear.”
“It’s dark in here, Lula.”
She frowns deeply at me. “I saw it. I know I did.”
I drag my tongue over my bottom lip. “I didn’t feel anything,” I declare.
“But, I–”
“You should sleep,” I tell her as exhaustion washes over me.
Her dark eyes dart between mine. “Fine.”
I follow her with my gaze as she grabs her necklace and curls up beside her mother. If I had my father’s powers, I’d tear this entire building down. But reality sinks in; I don’t, and we’re utterly helpless.
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EVAN
