***Ares***
“I need to tell you,” Ophelia whispers, her voice wavering. Her beautiful eyes lock onto mine, the bluest I have ever seen them. My heart kicks hard in my chest.
“I need to tell you what Amoya told me.”
I exhale slowly, needing a pause.
In less than ten minutes, Ophelia had charged me up like a battery and them magically replenished herself through the aurora borealis. What she did to me in that pool feels almost clandestine; I feel wonderful, powerful, in total awe—yet also overwhelmed. Magic—her magic— courses through my veins in the way I’d always imagined it must feel for her.
Except I can’t use it. And I don’t know why she gave it to me, or what she hoped to achieve by doing so. Now I feel is like a caged cheetah, straining to break free.
I close my eyes briefly, for
