ARIA POV
My little boy was bent over near the grass, one hand pressed to his chest, the other gripping the grass hard enough to turn his knuckles white.
“Owen!” Ella shouted.
She was already running.
Alaric passed me like a shadow.
I followed, Kara rising so fast inside me that the wind had tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. Ella reached her brother first and dropped to her knees in front of him, hands hovering because even she, brave and bossy and fourteen, did not know where to touch.
“Owen, look at me,” she said, voice shaking.
His head snapped up.
His eyes glowed.
Not like Ella’s sometimes did when Cami pressed too close to the surface.
Fully.
Blue burning silver, then white, then a shade of blue so dark and deep it seemed almost black.
He looked older all of a sudd
