Frankie:
The air around me was thick and heavy, with an unease that settled deep in my chest.
My eyes locked onto the orb before me—the black, jagged sphere that pulsed with an unnatural rhythm as if it had a life of its own.
The magic inside it—the magic that was inside me, the dark energy I had fought so desperately to rid myself of—was still very much alive. Killing myself never got rid of it the way I had hoped it would. Instead, it shuddered against the ice like it was trying to claw its way free, yearning to escape.
I stood there, frozen in place, the only sound around me the violent thudding of my heart.
Each pulse of the orb felt like a strike against my very soul. How could it still be here after everything we'd been through? How could it still hold power over me, even now,
