POV Amethyst
Jackson and I woke up this morning long before the sun had even thought of touching the horizon. The bedroom was cold, the silence heavy with the unspoken fears of what lay ahead in the Whispering Valley. I rolled onto my side, watching the rhythmic rise and fall of Jackson’s chest. His eyes were already open, staring at the ceiling with a haunted intensity.
"Jackson," I whispered, my voice thick with sleep. "Do you think we will be able to get enough training before we have to start looking for the Kingdom? We have to train our powers more. If we go in there and I can't hold the Veil, or if Titus and Sable aren't ready for the magical backlash... we won't just fail. We’ll be exposed."
Jackson turned his head, reaching out to lace his fingers with mine. His grip was a despe
