Rina’s brows pulled together. “Then what was she?”
Lyra’s fingers tightened around the strap of her bag. Her eyes swept the room. Most of them looked wary. Jake stood beside her, rigid and unreadable.
“She had… abilities,” Lyra said slowly. “She could see things that others couldn’t. Sense things. Feel them.” She glanced down at her hands. “Sometimes she saw colors around people. Emotions. Energy.”
“Magic?” Parker raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like witchcraft.”
“No,” Lyra said firmly, lifting her chin. “It wasn’t witchcraft.”
“Then what was it?” Rina asked, more curious than suspicious.
Lyra hesitated, choosing her words carefully. “She was something rare. Something people didn’t understand. She was a Ver–”
“That’s enough.” Christian stood abruptly.
Jake turned, his eyes narrowing. “E
